#twist he was a merman all along

[bettyfrommars]

I need to know what you think about finding a dark siren Eddie Munson. Maybe he got hurt and washed up on the shore? You’re immediately his mate and he loves you very much even though he’s never been near a human. Very much I hate everyone but you vibes for our bloodthirsty friend.

Boyfriend From the Deep

darkSiren!Eddie x Reader

dark siren Eddie art

18+ONLY, smut, some monsterfuqqing, mention of gore, mention of throwing up, visit from Murray & Hopper, mention of reader's life not going well, AFAB Reader, love at first sight, soulmates, merman!Eddie. wc: 3k

A/N: Another request I was really excited to sink my teeth into. My hope is to continue this eventually, taking inspiration from the 1984 film Splash. Looking forward to what y'all think of darkSiren!Eddie, thank you for indulging me.

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Eddie choked and coughed as the wave crashed over him, forcing his eyes open with a gargled gasp.  He was pinned up against a rocky ledge, half of his body on the sand and the other half in the frigid water.  All of a sudden, he felt sick, and began retching clear bile into the sea.  He didn’t like breathing the air, he wasn’t used to it, and it caught in his throat like a feather–tickling—until he coughed and retched again.  The gills on the sides of his neck sputtered, flapping open like vents, drying out, trying to conform to the new way of breathing.

It was then that he became aware of the dull ache at the back of his head, and with trembling fingers, he reached back to test the spot with a cringe and a hiss.  He checked to find that his fingertips were bloody; he must’ve knocked his head on one of the sharp rocks during the transformation.  How badly was he wounded? Would be a shame to survive the journey to human form only to die on the beach and rot like a bloated fish.  

He braced his hand, fingers digging into the sand, and flicked his hips to swish his tail to get him unstuck, but then two legs kicked out from his hips, stuck in a fisherman’s net, and it startled him, making him slam his head into the rock again.  He winced, eyes squeezing shut, whimpering a bit at the sting of the impact as the saltwater splashed up to his knees and misted his face.  

This was Eddie’s first time back to land in over a decade.  Mostly because he loathed humans.  He loved to lure them to their deaths, he loved to watch from under the water as their ships sank so that he could feed on their fear, curling the sound waves of their screams into his belly like sweet nectar. 

He twisted, trying to be free of the rough ropes that cut into his skin, but he was weak, and he wasn’t sure how much blood he’d lost.  He was stuck there now, for 7 days and 7 nights, and he thought maybe he’d just find a way to stay hidden…

….until he saw you.

It was rare for you to be up at the crack of dawn, unless it was due to the fact that you hadn’t slept at all, which was a regular occurrence.  Long, restful sleeps that lasted hours were just a myth to you, ever since you’d watched your life go down the toilet.  A breakup, a death in the family, getting fired from your job; all of it happened all at once, and you were still reeling, teetering at the edge of the abyss.

You were all alone in the world, but for your dog, Louie, and the modest cottage you were renting for a week off the Oregon coast.  The beach house was tucked back in the woods, and it didn’t even have a TV, so flipping it on to watch the early morning broadcast or some cartoons to relax your brain was not an option. The radio would have to do, and the first song that came on when you flipped the dial was Brandy by Looking Glass.  You hummed along to it as you plucked Louie’s leash off the sofa and attached it to his collar.  He was a medium, handsome, mixed-breed boy that you’d rescued from the side of the road as a puppy.  Part corgi, part border collie, part…dalmatian? You weren’t entirely sure.  

“He came on a summer's day

Bringin' gifts from far away

But he made it clear he couldn't stay

No harbor was his home

The sailor said, ‘Brandy, you're a fine girl 

What a good wife you would be 

But my life, my love, and my lady is the sea”

It was exceptionally chilly for an August morning, making you bundle in a hoodie and boots for the trek out to the beach.  Louie was practically foaming at the mouth to get out there for his run, and since your area of the beach was fairly secluded at that time of morning, you unhooked his leash where the dirt path met with the sand, and he bolted into the fog toward the ocean like a shot.  There was a wet mist lingering in the air, like salty, seaweed-scented kisses that made you squint against the bright gray hues turning blue with the rise of the sun.  A few seagulls squawked and swooshed overhead, diving down to perch on a large piece of driftwood, and you waved to them, as if they’d showed up just to say hello to you.

You faced the vast expanse of ocean and crashing waves with a mix of awe and defiance, challenging it silently with a lift of your chin.  Your reverie was rudely interrupted by Louie’s alarm bark, somewhere deep in the mist. 

You followed the sound, walking blind until you caught sight of the jutting rocks at the base of a cliff, and the shrill of Louie’s distress signal was getting further away.  Your feet picked up speed, stumbling for purchase in the soft, wet ground as you called for him, a bit of panic stroking your heart.  Why did it feel like you were about to start crying? An avalanche of unfelt emotions gathered in your throat as you called for your loyal companion.  

But there he was, finally, sitting facing the rocks, tail wagging side to side, making a fan-shape in the sand, basically ignoring you as you collapsed to one knee, cursing, clutching your chest.  

You mumbled a whole conversation to him as you snapped the leash back in place and got to your feet.  You tried to guide him in the other direction, but Louie was transfixed on something a few yards ahead, and it took your eyes a moment to adjust—but then you saw it.  A hand, slightly webbed between the fingers, appeared from around the black rock, digging into the sand, and then another hand gripped the tan earth further along, as if someone were trying to pull themself along by their arm strength alone.  The wrists were covered in jewelry that looked like they were made of shell and bone; the forearms tattooed in dotted, swirling black ink patterns.  

You were too stunned to scream, mouth hanging agape.  You urged Louie back to shield him with your legs.  You saw the long, dark hair next, pooling over bare, tattooed shoulders; it was messy and unkempt, littered in bits of fauna and a few empty clam shells, one side matted with blood.  

Before your brain could throw the alarm that this might be dangerous, you were already speaking.  “A-are you alright? Do you need me to get help?”

That was when his head snapped up, and wide, all-white eyes regarded you with malice, lips curling back to expose a mouth full of pointed teeth.  He growled at you, and Louie growled back, but then, after a second, the monster's face softened.  The milk white eyes behind tendrils of hair shifted to brown, human irises, and he cocked his head a few times at you, as if trying to understand what you had just said.

You should have fainted.

You should have turned and run screaming in the other direction.

But, for some reason, neither one of those even occurred to you.  

You came around to get a better look at him, down along where the water lapped at your boots, and took in the rest of his body; he was tangled up in a crude net from the waist down.  He wore a necklace that appeared to be made of intricate fish bones and coral, and shark tooth earring dangled from his ear.  The tattoo patterns ran all along his chest, stomach, and legs.  You released Louie’s leash, and he sat right where he was told, while you crouched down to meet Eddie’s curious gaze that never strayed from you.

“Will you let me help you?” You asked.

Eddie was in love.

He never believed the stories he’d been told about the imprinting and immediate bonding that happened when you met your mate.  He wasn’t just any Merman, he was a Siren, and as a soldier of the dark forces of the sea, he figured he didn’t have time for frivolous things like romance.

But this took no time at all.

You were meant to be his, and he didn’t care who he had to kill to keep you.  

He studied your face as you worked to free the wet knot of seaweed tangles on the net, freeing his thighs from the heavyweight, gasping and averting your eyes at the way your touch made his cock twitch and swell.  You helped him to sit up, noticing what appeared to be gills on his throat and sides along his ribs.  His flesh was similar to that of a human, but also not.  It had a thick, rippled texture, like the belly of a snake, and it seemed to glow with a soft blue fluorescence.  His muscles were tight and lean, and he didn’t even bother to shiver as a cold wind made your teeth chatter. 

You told him your name as another seagull cawed overhead, and asked what you should call him.  

His eyebrows clenched together, tilting his head a few times, watching your mouth as you spoke.

“Do you speak English?”  You asked it in a cringe way, with a loud voice, as if a higher volume could break any language barrier.  

He brought his webbed hand up to touch your face, and you jerked away at first, but then you let his scaled knuckles graze your cheek, the legs of your jeans soaking wet now as you knelt there with what could only be described as a figment of your imagination. 

He spoke a word in foreign language, his voice a deep whisper.  You remembered how solid white his eyes had been before when he thought you were a threat, but now they were honey brown, almost cat-like in nature as they softly adored you. 

“I-I don’t understand,” you breathed, unable to comprehend the time it took for his mouth to find yours, to plant wholesome kisses, to taste you.

You might’ve been in love with him at that moment too, but your jaded heart refused to let yourself believe it.  

You did, however, feel the arousal blossom at your core as his tongue fluttered against yours, whimpering with a little click in his throat like a sea lion at the way you returned his kiss.

The urge to mate you, to officially make you his, was too strong for Eddie to take into regard any of the formalities of courtship.  Once your hand found his generous girth and began to stroke, encouragingly, that was all it took.

You skittered backwards up onto the semi-dry sand, unzipping your jeans and pushing them down to your ankles as you went, and Eddie followed, bracing himself on top so he wouldn’t crush you, desperate to find your mouth again. His powerful hips bucked against you, and you held him by the neck, begging for more while he spoke to you in that foreign tongue, staring into your eyes, willing you to understand him.  

Wanting you to know that no one would ever love you as much as he did; that he would be your one and only mate until the darkness took you both.  

The position felt awkward, but there was no time to take your boots off as your hole clenched the air, desperate to be filled.  You spun around to get on your hands and knees, and Eddie buried his cock balls deep in your wet heat with one swish of his muscular thighs, throwing his head back in a bark of triumph.  

You pushed back against him, needing him to move, to stretch you and own you with each push, your fingers clawing into the sand as you whined.  

Nearby, Louie cocked his head and tried to lift one floppy ear, but then he turned his face to the sea, trying to give you some privacy.

You’d never been fucked by someone as strong as this sea monster, and your whole body jerked and vibrated under the impact of his deep thrusts.  “Yesyesyes…oh fuck!”

It wasn’t long before Eddie clapped his pelvis flush to your ass and spilled inside of you, chanting foreign words, tilting his head to the sky, worshiping you with his offering.  He stayed locked there for a while, working his seed deeper with every stroke.  When he was done, he flipped you over with a feral urgency that sent sand into your eyes and nose, but you didn’t care, because now his mouth was on you.  

Your fingers sank into his matted hair, and that was when you felt the viscous patch and remembered he was bleeding.  His big, strong legs were a bit wobbly, and the thought occurred to you, for whatever reason, that he wasn’t accustomed to using them.  

But then Louie was barking in the other direction, and you both turned your attention to see a figure appearing from out of the mist.   A middle-aged man in a pageboy cap and a trench coat; he was already too close before you knew he was there, and he dropped the walking stick in his hand, his face frozen in shock and terror.  

Eddie smelled the foul human approaching and the familiar bloodlust roared in his veins. The fin on Eddie’s back bristled as he rose to a crouch with a ferocious growl.  You shuffled as far as you could against the rock, trying to pull your jeans up and cover yourself, not sure what to think of Eddie’s reaction.

Eddie bared his mouth full of sharp teeth in a sneer at the man, his eyes going completely white again.  A storm seemed to hit the beach all of a sudden at Eddie’s command, dropping down a gust of wind that rocked the waves and sent the man stumbling off his feet as if the world tilted on its axis, trying to hold his hat on against the force of it.  A low, rumbling wail came from somewhere deep in Eddie’s chest as you tried to shield your face from the whips of sand stabbing like tiny daggers in your flesh.  Eddie appeared to be sucking the life out of the man from his distance; the human’s body lifted up in the air and bent back.  You thought you heard something crack.  

It was only a matter of seconds before the man crumpled to the ground, unresponsive, and then Eddie settled, and so did the air around him.  After a few heartbeats, there were only the crashing waves and the birds once again, and Eddie’s head snapped to you, searching, making sure you were okay.

He held his arms out and you scrambled over, burying your head in the crook of his neck, letting him cage you, letting him have you.

Louie went over to sniff around at the man on the ground, wondering if he had any treats, and then he lifted his leg and let go of a stream of urine onto his shoe.

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Murray Bauman slammed the paper onto Hopper’s desk, forcing a gust of wind into his face and a couple of yellow sticky notes to go flying.

Murray waited, hands on his hips, the door to the office wide open behind him.  Hopper took a deep inhale and flicked a few bored glances from the cover of the Seaside Review back up to Murray’s severe expression.

“Is this your way of telling me you're taking a vacation?” He guessed, shifting back in his squeaky chair.

“This,” Murray jabbed his finger in the direction of the paper.  “Is what I’ve been trying to tell you about.”

In the mood to humor his old friend, Hopper bent forward, furrowing his brow, taking a closer look at the headlines.  

Murray continued, pacing in front of the desk as he did so.  “Merpeople don’t exist? Well then, explain that to me.”

To the right, at the top of a long column and a sketch, was the headline: Reclusive artist survives a Siren attack on the beach and lives to tell: Merfolk exist.

Hopper cleared his throat.  “This is a drawing, Murray.”

Murray stopped his pacing, inclining his head, adopting a sarcastic tone.  “Notice anything familiar about that likeness, Jim? Does any part of it ring a bell? The white eyes, maybe? The teeth?”

“Sure,” Hopper picked the paper up and plopped it down, further away from him.  “It looks like Elvis.  Call The Inquirer.” 

Murray flopped in a chair facing the Chief’s desk with a huff.  He’d keep talking about it even if it fell on deaf ears because he knew he was right.  “The migration of the Sirens.  Enki, Poseidon, Amphitrite, the legend of the skin-shedding Merfolk who can walk on land for 7 days during a blood moon.  Humanoids.  Cannibals of the sea—-”

“Stop,” Hopper put his hand up palm out. “Just, stop. Is any of this supposed to make any sense to me? Why are you here? What have I done to deserve this?”

Murray rested his elbows on the arms of the chair, intertwining his fingers.  “The drawing should look familiar to you, Jim, because it’s just like the one I saw when I was a teenager, and three summers ago when I was on that death-trap Alaskan cruise.  I told you all about it.  I told you that I was—-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hopper interrupted.  “But again, I’ll ask—why are you coming to me with this? You think I’m going to arrest a fish?”

Murray rounded his shoulders.  "I know that Sirens exist, Jim.  There’s more than enough evidence out there, and I’m going to prove it to you, if not the world.” 

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[brailsthesmolgurl]

RETRIBUTION

SEQUEL TO DAMNNATION. kindly read the prequel to get a better idea on the story's direction. I know I promised an alternate ending, where angst is not involved, but I want to prolong this pain for you masochists :> Enjoy this long, hefty, and incredibly hurtful read. But, it is okay my lovelies, I shall have a good-comforting parallel-universe ending written for you guys this week. SOOO pls do keep up with my profile :)

The legend goes on, with the God of the Sea failing to protect his beloved. His fate was decided for him by his people, but now, he shall take fate upon his own hands and remake his own endings. But, does fate falter? Even to a God?

Warnings: Angst Angst Angst Angst, Spoiler to Rafayel's Lore and I put in some of my own zesty twists to the lore, Deaths and Bloods and some okay maybe not some descriptive gore.

Rafayel walked across the sandy paths of Lemuria, in his human form, with his beloved laid peacefully in his arms. Rafayel did not even bothered to shift back into his merman form as he wanted to dedicate the mundane's death to his people. Or rather, to show how much he loves her, by being a shadow of her, a human, walking amongst Lemuria. A promise he had always given her.

"You promise to show me Lemuria someday right?" He remembered the way her face would light up when he tells her stories of Lemuria. From how Lemurians had sourced for various kinds of sea stones from different parts of the ocean to build their homes to how Lemurians were created, to what do their daily routines consists of and many other kinds of stories that a man could ever dream of hearing from an actual Lemurian.

There was not a moment that y/n was ever bored of it. Instead, whenever he visits, it naturally became a conversation starter. Y'n would ask him of the most random things. "So do Lemurians possess any gardrobes?" Rafayel nearly spat his tea out, snapping his head towards her when she mentioned about toilets as they were having snacks in the middle of the night within her chambers. "Or perhaps they just do their business wherever they are allowed to---" Before she could even finished, Rafayel would have his hand on her lips, to silence her before she continue ruining his appetite for the rest of the night.

The swipe of his fingers on her pale lips reminded him of those days. She is no longer smiling now, eyes and mouth closed, her skin looked ghoulish under the water, skin reflecting light whenever the lightning above struck the surface of the sea. Rafayel's face is a sheet of calm demeanour, but the soul that lays beneath the hunk of this man is a roaring sea, just like how he summoned for the storm before he stepped foot into the vast ocean.

Fishes and various kinds of sea creatures that used to swim along the pathways are not seen nor found within miles of Rafayel's sight. None of them were brave enough to be within his presence as they knew the aura that Rafayel had emitted. It is no doubt that sea creatures are much smarter than Lemurians. Every step he took made the sea creatures scattered further away, burying deeper into their hideouts, scared for their lives.

Rafayel stood in front of his kingdom, eyes pinned against the marble white towers that he calls home. Cheers and laughters could be heard from the banquet hall, where the Lemurians were probably herded, awaiting for his return for a grand celebration towards the revival of Lemuria. But Rafayel was far from a celebratory mood. "We have arrived, my love." His voice monotonous, no hints of happiness nor giddiness, nor sadness, nor disappointment. Just numbness. A man with feelings bears empathy and sympathy, but, a man without feelings bears emptiness, null and void of all emotions.

He continued his course, holding onto y/n tighter in his arms. He had the initial thought of wanting her body to rest within his chambers before he commits bloodshed. But, having an audience might not be a bad idea. Instead, Rafayel wanted this. He knew that she could not be able to tell nor see, nor to be there to stop him, but he wanted her soul to watch him commit this, to execute damnation upon his kind. All he wanted, was to show her how much he loves her, to the point he is willing to do this, to be a mad man.

The heavy doors leading to the banquet hall slowly opened with a chant of a spell. Rafayel's eyes staring straight ahead, his once two-toned irises had now dissolved to be a dark maroon colour. His guess was right, all of the Lemurians were gathered within this hall, laughters and conversations filled the environment. But, almost abruptly, the laughters and conversations seized, and Rafayel could care less about the whispers that started to take place within the silence.

It did not took long before some of the Lemurians sensed something was off and they started swimming towards the heavy doors. Rafayel chanted something under his breath and the doors slammed right in front of their faces. The ones who tried to escape were shocked, but none of them made their move to question why the God of the Sea had a dead girl with a gaping orifice on her chest within his arms and why did he chose to present himself in a miniature form of a mere mortal. Practically the size of an ant compared to the average 2m Lemurians surrounding him.

"Your highness!" Arvia was initially cheerful, emerging from the crowd before he spotted the girl the God was holding onto. He stopped in his tracks, wanting to turn back before he felt a strong force pulling him towards Rafayel. Arvia faced Rafayel, eyes bulging when the invisible force coiled around his neck. "Your highness.... please!" The young merman coughed, the crowd watching in horror.

"You were the messenger weren't you?" Rafayel asked, eyes looking past the young merman, not even sparing him any last bits of attention.

"I was only...executing...what...was being....told..." The merman replied, his breath getting more restricted by every passing second. "I did...not...know...of...the ceremony. Please...I just want to save---"

"Your highness, no!" A mermaid appeared from the crowd, with blonde hair curling like tendrils on land, hazel eyes staring at the young merman before darting over to Rafayel's figure. She happened to be Arvia's mother. "He did what he have to...To save us all." Her sentence made Rafayel's right eye twitched slightly, fueling the God's wrath even more. "Then," Rafayel turned his head and angled it upwards to stare at her right into her eyes. His dark eyes could quite literally burn a hole through her soul as she finds herself talking back to a God. Not just any God at this moment, for he has taken his stance as a vengeful God. "Should it be justified? That I am only doing this to save my beloved?" Before the mother could even say anything, Rafayel only exhaled his breath and Arvia's head immediately got cut off clean by the invisible force. The head's eyes blinked a couple of times, floating upwards towards the surface, while its body sank onto the sea floor, twitching as it goes down. Blood seeping out into the ocean waters, creating symbols guided by the waves.

Lemurians within the banquet hall went into immediate panic, screaming and screeching, wanting to leave the banquet to save themselves. Rafayel looked up, watching as the Lemurians tried to flee. Like a bunch of fishes trapped within a fisherman's net, pushing against one another and fighting for whatever that is left for their puny lives. His voice was hushed, but clear enough to be heard within the hall. "Don't worry my people, you shall only feel the hurt that I had felt." And all of the screams halted.

...

Amund dragged himself across the sea floor, a trail of blood painted by his very own body fluids. The man was in agonizing pain, nearly to the point of passing out. Just a while ago, he was getting all cozy within his own chambers before he heard loud screams that travelled through the sea rifts. But it did not took long before it stopped so he took no mind to it, figuring it was just another norm for those celebratory parties. Not segregating the mischievious ones from the docile ones, that is just an invitation for a mishap to happen at a party.

He heard a swoosh coming from the side of his house and his door slammed open to reveal the God of the Sea, in his mundane form, covered in splatters of blood from head to toe. Amund's jaw dropped when the screams finally registered into his head. The screams may just be caused by this man standing right in front of him. The very girl Amund had tortured set securely within Rafayel's arms. Rafayel's unusual calm demeanour is not part and parcel of his personality, which further solidified Amund's questions to himself.

"Your high---" Amund was literally smashed through the walls of his house and the merman landed roughly onto the sand pile behind his house. Rafayel walked through the hole, eyes still hollow and face expressionless. "Pleas---" Another slam through another wall. And this repeated for a couple of times, until Amund was laying on the sandy pathway in the village, blood pooling out of his mouth. He tried to escape, pushing himself up and trying his best to get his tail to wag so he could generate enough momentum to give him a boost off of the ocean floor.

"It was a fairly easy instruction." Rafayel spoke, finally. Maroon eyes boring into Amund's skull. "And yet, you failed." Rafayel knelt down, showing Amund the girl he was holding onto the whole time. "You had deeply failed me, Amund. And you had failed Lemuria." Rafayel stood back up on his feet, licking his lips and looking back towards the towers that he had walked out from. "For what you had done to her, death would only be the easy way out for you." Rafayel's eyes turned a darker shade and Amund let out a blood curdled scream, begging for his highness' mercy.

It has been a while, with Amund crawling on the sea floor. Dirt and rubble trapped under the old man's nails. Some of his nails however, were ripped off due to him being tossed around---his failure to hold onto anything to slow down the impact, caused some of his nails to be ripped right off of his fingertips during the impact---with Rafayel's invisible force whenever he tried to plead for the God's mercy.

Rafayel had managed to pluck out the merman's scale, piece by piece. Lemurians scale are used to make lethal weapons not only on land, but also in the waters. Yet, they are the hardest to harvest as pulling off ONE scale would equate to a human ripping off their whole scalp in one go. So, one could only imagine the pain Amund is going through currently. Amund could barely crawl, eyes swollen from the sand that had entered his tear duct and hoarse voices turned into silenced croaks.

If Rafayel was not holding onto his beloved, he would have easily been the one to pluck out Amund's scales one by one. Rafayel's blinding rage had deluded his mind, as he watched the merman who is the reason behind his lover's death. "She was going to be my mate, my lifetime mate, for this upcoming season, do you know that?" Rafayel scoffed, tears stinging at the back of his eyes.

"But you had to just test my patience, and my capabilities as the God of the Sea. Hence, what you had experienced today, shall never equate to the pain you made me go through. For you had taken my fate, my people's fate upon your own hands." He gave Amund a good kick and the guy groaned in agony, facing down as he regurgitated blood. "What I did today, was nothing but a mere taste of what I am capable of. AS A GOD." His last sentence carried a strong surge of disgust, his bloodlust psyche temporarily separated his status between Amund, an ordinary merman and himself, which is made to be a God.

"I curse...curse her." He managed to choke out and Rafayel's eyes widened, immediately leaping forward to grab the merman's head to face him. The merman croaked out his very last laugh, taunting Rafayel's actions and the last sentence of his was spoken in Lemurian, a rendition of a chant to curse y/n to be reincarnated into a sea witch.

Rafayel's blink of an eye sparked his evol, and he stood there, watching the eternal flames that was casted on Amund burn the merman from what was left of him into a pile of dust, waiting to be consumed by the planktons that lives within the sea water's ecosystem. Tears unknowingly flowed down his cheek and trickled onto his lover's face. The show is over and so is his wish to see her to be a mundane again in her next life. Rafayel held her corpse closely and tightly to his body, soft sobs finally leaving his lips as he faltered to the sea floor.

...

Hundreds of years has passed. And hundreds of years, Rafayel had travelled the seas to search for her. To at least sense any signs of her presence. Ever since the massacre, Rafayel was tied down by his own guilt, for not only failing to protect his lover, but also being the sole reason for the extinction of Lemurians. How uncanny, a legend that tells the tale of a God seeking vengeance upon his own kind just because they had killed his one and only lover. That tale would surely be pure nonsensical or would and could possibly generate pure hatred from anyone who hears it.

Rafayel could care less, like how he heard the screams of his people in their very last moments, the sound of blood and tears splattered across the once white and pristine walls that they were confined within. The sound of Amund begging not to be killed---with his throat slowly giving up on him---the last curse that he uttered and the last sounds that had bubbled from him when he was lit up with Rafayel's evol.

A hint of humming caught his ears and the man stopped his movements, ears twitching in directions to catch onto the tune. A tune only he has ever whistled. With a gesture, dolphins came surrounding the God in circles, by command. "Find out the source for me, yeah?" Rafayel asked and the circling dolphins chirped in return before they dispersed into all directions.

Rafayel's heart skipped a beat, out of nervousness? He had no idea, he still has not gotten used to the idea of his heart being whole again. Because his heart has only been whole only when he was with her. He does not need a whole heart, he only needs her to fill in for the whole of his heart. And for that moment, he shall forever await.

One of the dolphins returned, whistling back to catch the God's attention. Rafayel looked up, and without hesitation, grab ahold onto the dolphin's fin and he was led towards the source of the humming. The dolphins brought him through the kelp grounds, where his people would usually come by to forage for food when they migrate to the northern side for warmer waters during the changing in seasons.

The dolphin led him to the side of the cliff, where it plunges down to the deepest part of the ocean. Creatures beneath those waters are indespicable, and no Lemurians had ever dived that deep. And that includes the God of Sea himself. The humming came again, this time further confirming that the source of the sound came from down below. Rafayel turned around to look for the dolphin, but the poor creature had left him all alone the moment it dropped him off here.

With a deep breath and a puff of his chest, the purple haired God swam deep into the dark waters below. All of his senses heightened to the max as he himself would not expect what he might encounter. Legends were told that there lives a sea serpent so huge that it could engulf the whole world if it awakes. And that was the only legend that still kept Rafayel on edge till now.

His fear dissipated almost instantly when he spotted a faint light in the far distance within the dark. You see, Lemurians although are half-fish and half-man, they do not possess infrared vision that allows them to see in the depths. Within the depths, Rafayel's flames do not work as well as this is the place where Gods are not exactly welcomed. He sped up his swimming when he noticed the light bounces further down into the dark. Pause. Then the light comes back up, but this time, at a very high speed.

Noticing a huge shadow, Rafayel turned and immediately started charging full speed towards the cliff again. But due to the darkness of the waters around him, the God found himself entrapped in the darkness, bumping and hitting himself against the cliffside. The bone-crushing, chomping sounds that came from behind him made him not-one-bit curious to see what was actually chasing him. Right when he was about to be gnawed by a creature, he heard a voice calling out in a language he had not heard of and he blacked out.

...

"I think he is waking up." A voice whispered next to Rafayel. "His eyes are fluttering."

"Is it? Oh yeah, he does look like he is awakening." Another voice intruded, deeper, but not enough to be known as a man's voice.

Rafayel slowly opened his eyes, before he was met with two snailfishes. One with a red while another is tinted with a blue hue. His eyes darted in between the two fishes as he was trying to comprehend if they were the ones talking earlier.

"Good morning." The red one spoke and Rafayel gasped, moving away from the fish. His pupils blown out as he was shocked. He has seen fishes all of his life, but he had never encountered talking fishes. EVER. But making spells to make fishes talk is definitely a skill only a sea witch possesses. This gave Rafayel a thought, maybe she felt lonely down here so she made herself some friends.

"You scared him Red." The blue one spoke this time, and it swam closer towards Rafayel, using its spiny fins to mimic how a mundane would usually talk. Gestures, as what was taught to the snailfishes, is a common courtesy of good body language to humans. But given the snailfishes had never been in contact with any humans, they took the closest resemblance to what their highness looked like. Rafayel looked just like a human to them.

With parted hair and two eyes, a nose and a lip. He is obviously a human to their knowledge. "We are not going to hurt you." The blue fish gestured it's small fins in circles, speaking slowly for each word, afraid that the man before it would not understand them. "Our master ask us to care for you as she went out to gather some food."

"Who is your master?" Rafayel asked as he sat up, kindly hoping that it was the girl he had awaited for many years. "Where is she?" His excitement made him winced, his head still hurts, a side effect of a sea witch's spell.

The feel of the water temperature shifting made the two snailfishes swam off to one of the tunnels. Rafayel took this time to observe his surroundings. Contrast to the dark waters he was in just now, he is currently in a cave like structure, with huge seaweeds and some pebbles laid out beneath him and a sea lantern hung up at every corner of the cave to provide some decent lighting. For a moment, he did not believe that he is in a sea witch's abode.

The walls had paints on them, some forming artworks of the seas above, and some were writings written in what Rafayel assumed to be sea witch's language. Rafayel stopped at one of the drawings, it was a rough sketch of Lemuria. Seeing the sketch, his breath hitched in his throat. The past memories of his massacre surfacing again but he forced it down. Not willing to show weakness in such a foreign territory. Below the sketch, there were symbols that Rafayel could not read. But he decided not to further crack his head.

The fishes returned and Rafayel's heart dropped to the bottom of his tail when he was met with her. The girl who he had always been waiting, the girl he had committed massacre for, the girl that had made him suffer with loneliness for the past hundred years. Y/n is now in front of him, but other than human legs, it was swapped with a black and singular long tail, resembling one a Moray eel has. Her once brunette curls took on a much darker shade, the same as the waters below here. The curse happened after all, for she had became the sea witch of the depths.

"You are awake." Y/n spoke and oh how he missed her voice. The voice that produces the best laughters and asked the most silly questions. Yet, with this version of her, her voice held none of those characteristics he remembered. It was deadpanned, the lack of emotions nearly made Rafayel winced. With his lack of a response, the sea witch looked towards both of her friends. "Does he happen to be a mute?"

"He spoke to us just now, but more like engaged us in a question or two." The blue snailfish chirped, swimming back to the side of Rafayel. The same fin that used to make gestures came to give a pat onto Rafayel's cheek and the merman turned to look at the fish in question. Seeing Rafayel's reaction, the fish hurriedly swam back to its master. "He is a human as you described right? Right, master?"

"Not quite, Blue." Ironic, Rafayel thought. It is very ironic of her to name things exactly based on the way they looked. It has always been a habit of hers. She placed the seashells she had harvested neatly onto the floor and she swam over to have a closer look at Rafayel. "I think, his origins are of a mermaid." Her eyes are now a different shade of colour, black irises match the shade of her pupils. Another staple for a sea witch. "I apologise for the black out you had to experience earlier on. I had to cease the Angler Fish from rising towards the surface as I did not want it to disturb the ecosystem as of above."

"Do you know of my name?" Rafayel asked, a glimmer of hope shined in his eyes as he really wished for her to remember at least a slither of memory of him. For he had been her one and only lover in her past life. But with the way she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, his hope got extinguished like a fire that could not be ignited.

"What do you seek for, Lemurian?" Y/n swam back towards the pile of sea shells she had collected and she grabbed one of the bottles from above her shelf. Examining the shells one by one before placing them into the bottle, only the ones that has spots on them would be chosen while the other would be tossed aside and the two snailfishes seem to be having a feast with the leftovers.

The turn of her head got her to look him right into his eyes. The warm glow emitting from the sea lantern casting a soft glow on her face. Just like the time when he held her in his arms, on top of the rock. He tore his eyes away from her, his cheeks burning from how affected he was from her gaze. But he answered her. "I came here for a potion. A potion to cure me from my wandering heart." ...

It took y/n 100 days, a cycle between 50 days and 50 nights to produce the potion that Rafayel had requested for. Shortly after the interaction, Rafayel had returned back to the shallow seas, as he could not bear to watch the love of his life not knowing him for who he is and who he was to her.

His last words to her before he departed to the shallows was, "Once the potion has been completed, I shall meet you at the sea stacks by dawn. The one far north." He said, index finger pointing towards the said direction. His eyes does not meet hers before he left. That was how heartbroken he was. His heart wearing him down day by day as he waited for the potion to be crafted.

During the 100 days of wait, he kept going back and forth between the waters and land to keep himself occupied. But the land served him better as the mourning of the princess had ended long ago. When the princess went missing, the King sent out every single one of his troops to search for the lost princess.

Rafayel purposely placed her back onto the sea stacks so she could be found easily. Knowing the God, he would have kept her by his side even if she were to be nothing but a bag of bones, but he knew, her people would want to know of her whereabouts. Even if it would only bring them to her corpse. He could not give himself anymore liberty to take her away from her people, like how he had singlehandedly perished the people of his kingdom. He did not turned his head back at all once he had left her there, swimming away in full speed so that he would not be discovered and caught, and to save himself from crying anymore.

The beloved princess' death was mourned by all. Every citizen within the Kingdom's grounds were in tears, regardless if its a man or a woman, an adult or a child. That was how loved she was. Her people mourned for her for nearly five decades, and that was how long Rafayel refused to surface and to walk on land. Every time he closed in to the shores of her kingdom, the sounds of the cries of her people would strike his ears. He became so used to it that he would visit the same place every day, by dusk, just to silently cry and mourn with the people of her kingdom.

He would not even go anywhere near his kingdom either. For it was filled with the bones of his people. The people that he used to cherish, that he would always go back to. But now, all he returns to, is a dead and eerie silence. The bloody stains of his people had now hardened, taken over by sea crustaceans as Lemurian blood offers a lot of benefits to the sea creatures. If any Lemurians lived past that day, Rafayal would definitely earn the title of 'The God Who Went Deranged'.

The day has finally came, where they shall rejoice by the sea stacks. Rafayel was already waiting there since dusk, body floating above the waters, facing up towards the bright skies painted in pastel yellows and reds. Blobs of clouds that seemed so edible Rafayel wished he could fly instead of swim. A bunch of bubbles surfaced next to him and he slightly turned his head, watching as she emerged from the waters, holding two vials in her hand. Her face expressionless and cold as the first time he had met her in this life.

"Here." She handed him one of the vials and he took it, repositioning himself from having to float, to facing her directly. "Are you sure this is what you desire?" Her question caught his attention, his mixture of lilac-lapis orbs stared into her obsidian ones. "Because your memories will be perished forever, do you know that?"

Rafayel looked at the vial, the contents of the fluid is watery, and takes on a sheen of coral-like pink. "My mind is set." His eyes caught her again. "This is what I had desired when I met you that day." His words although does not hold any meaning to the sea witch, but it held meanings that one could never fathom, within the God of Sea's memories.

"This is usually done between two, one to forget while the other to contain the forgotten memories." She explained, holding up the vial to her eye level as she continued. "And since you do not have anyone you want to consume this with, I shall be the one to contain your forgotten memories."

As expected, Rafayel knew she was going to say this. He had never once mentioned anything about the Lemurians being extinct. Neither did she asked. Always putting people ahead of herself, her nature still seeped through from her past life that it has easily become one of her core personalities even till now. Rafayel silently sighed in his own mind when he looked at this woman in front of him. The lover that he had sworn his life to, became the lover that was seemingly a stranger to him.

"We shall consume this together, and with a chant of a spell, hence the void of the memory shall take upon its place." Rafayel pulled the cap open, mirroring her actions and they drank the mixture together. Rafayel winced at how bitter the content tasted but y/n seemed unaffected, as sea witches are not equipped with a sense of taste as most of their potions tasted wicked as their personalities had always been portrayed to be. "Well enough to start?"

"Hu-Ayr-Tey Ta-Fa-Fu-Lei." Rafayel chanted and he watched as y/n's eyes widened. Finally, a reaction from her. Not in the way he had hoped for a reaction of course. You see, Rafayel, being God of the Sea, although had never travelled through the deep waters and had never knew of the Sea Witches' language, but the spells equipped by the sea witches were born out of a God's nature. Should there be benevolence, there shall be malevolence. Just like how Rafayel's massacre is a proof of a God's malevolent nature taking place physically, a sea witch's spells are born out of a God's mentally twisted nature.

"What have you done?!" She held onto her neck, feeling herself struggling to breathe as her neck is closing up on her. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" She raised her voice, looking at him with anger that starts to paint her face a shade of red. "How do you know of this spell?!" She was in disbelief, eyes shooting daggers into the merman in front of her. Rafayel showed no amusement though, his eyes although were entirely focused on her, his heart crushed.

Fate in general, creates thousands and millions of possibilities towards one's ending. For a God, fate should easily be nothing but a just another miniscule issue within their palms. But for Rafayel, the moment he fell for a mundane, was the moment he signed a blackmail for himself. He has to gamble with fate now, just like with any other mere mortal. The only advantage he got is that he could look into the near future to help him better plan out his upcoming course of actions.

This happening now, marks one of his course of actions. The fate he had chosen was to kill y/n with his own hands, so she could be reincarnated to be a human in her next life. Then, he could take place as a man, on the land, seeking for her love and attention, just like how a mere mortal would. Yes. Rafayel, the God of the Sea, would risk his status of being a God just to be a human, just to be with her. "This is the only way." He spoke to her, as he watched her slowly lose her memories to swim, her tail, now a pair of legs, flailing clumsily in an effort to save herself.

The spell that he had uttered, does not only make her forget her own identity, but it makes her forget everything, wiping everything off of her memory and giving her a clean slate. A reincarnated soul would always remember bits of their past lives, that is how deja-vu and realistic dreams come about. But this spell would wipe her memory of her past life as well. As bad as it sounds, Rafayel sees this as the only viable way for him to live his next life, having to protect her. All the other courses of action, would only lead to more bloodshed and he grew tired of it.

The tears came flowing again, watching his beloved struggle to breathe as she started to choke onto the seawater that is rapidly entering her lungs. Rafayel could only watch, he could not interfere as it would ruin the course of her next life. Heart wrenching, gut punching, every other word of torturous feeling would describe him perfectly at this moment.

Y/n reached out her hand to him, desperately looking at him and clawing for him, seeking for his help to drag her out and onto solid land. But his refusal seemingly made her accepted her fate. Her pupils then slowly stopped moving, her body slowly stopped thrashing and twitching as she continued descended deeper into the waters. A scene that reminded him deeply of Arvia during his last moments.

Once the bubbles had stopped surfacing out of her agape lips, Rafayel swam down as fast as he could, and he held her cold body in his arms again, closely studying her very last moments. Her eyes were opened, in a state of shock and acceptance, lips blue like the shade of his lapis-coloured eyes, tail had now taken form into two legs, her body stiff and hollow like how she was when he first found her in the past 100 years. The curse was finally broken, but it also broke Rafayel. With shaky breaths, he uttered. "In your next life, I promise you. I promise. You shall only ever hear of my name as to be Rafayel. I shall no longer...be the God of the Sea."

Parallel Universe Ending is Out: Salvation

I love doubling the damage sometimes, this one-shot had became somewhat of a small series. I enjoyed using a bit of my gore movie visual experiences within this piece of writing. Thank you for the ones who wished for a sequel. I hope this makes you bawl your eyes out.

But do not worry, I am already starting on a not-so-angsty ending that takes place in a parallel universe. I don't think this series would continue on as I think it is best to leave it to you lovelies' vast imagination.

As usual, any requests you want me to write? I can write it for ya :)

Have a good day and pls cry for me lovelies :)

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #lnds #rafayel sfw #rafayel x reader #rafayel angst #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace

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pairing: fem!reader x merman!satoru gojo

summary: you were excited to return home for the summer, but all that excitement is quickly thrown out the window and you nearly resign yourself to a quiet and lonely summer.

the insufferable merman you rescued, however, has other plans.

contents: degrees of social anxiety from the reader, fem!reader (no pronouns used, reader is referred to as physically smaller than gojo) 

notes: uh. this was written for the teahouse mermay collab! but, uh, gonna probably spend the summer writing this because somehow plot happened. will happen. this work will end up being a roommates to friends to maybe lovers fic so please look forward to it. uh. not sure what else to say. i usually don’t post multi-part fics to tumblr, but since i don’t expect this fic to get too long i figured it would be okay this time around lmao. i expect to eat my words. anyway this fic can also be found on ao3!  

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It’s the first time you’ve been home in a while, and honestly speaking, you don’t know how you feel about it.

At first, you were excited. As much as you enjoyed city life in Tokyo, you still missed your little seaside hometown. It was your parents’ idea to come home to visit, not so much because they missed you too, but because they wanted you to watch the house while they went on a summer long trek across Europe. As luck would have it, the time of their departure coincided with the expiration of your apartment’s lease. With no intent on renewing it, you figured you might as well return home for the summer and save a little bit on rent before moving into your new place.

Once your plans were settled, you’d texted your best friend, Minori, to let her know you were coming back, but… there was something a little off about her response. It’s not like you were expecting her to drop everything at the news of your homecoming, but you thought she’d at least be a little more excited. It did bother you a bit, but you merely chalked it up to being absolutely horrendous about keeping in touch while you were away. You’re almost positive that once you see each other it’ll be like you never even left.

Besides, if she really felt that awkward about seeing you, then she wouldn’t have agreed to hang out tomorrow.

Nor would she have forgotten to mention that there was a big hangout thing that was happening at the beach tonight.

Probably anyway.

It’d been one of your old high school classmates Kyohei Shinomiya who had mentioned the beach thing. You’d run into him working at the grocery store and while you really wouldn’t have considered Shinomiya a close friend, you were acquainted enough to chat amicably as he rang up your things. Most people you’d run into upon your return had asked about your life in Tokyo, but Shinomiya was oddly excited to hear about it. You’d gotten the feeling that not much had changed in your absence— but was the city really all that interesting? Shinomiya looked almost disappointed when all your things were bagged up, his face twisted almost as if he was debating something serious. Just as you were about to walk out the door he spoke up, and you realized that was what he’d been contemplating on all along.

“Are you gonna be at the hangout tonight?”

You’d tilted your head in confusion. “Hangout?”

“Yeah! On the beach at sunset!” He’d answered, his enthusiasm renewed. “If… if you’re not doing anything, then you should totally come by! Everyone from high school will be there!”

You’d immediately thought of Minori. She hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort. Had it slipped her mind? Or maybe she forgot? Either way, with no one waiting for you at home, and no other plans to speak of, your night was woefully free.

So, of course you showed up.

Shinomiya hadn’t been kidding when he said that everyone from high school would be here. You recognize basically every person on some level— not just people in your own year, but upperclassmen and underclassmen as well. Some of them recognize you too, a few of them even stop to chat a little, politely asking where you’ve been and what you’ve been up to, just like everyone else. Once you’ve made a lap around the group, you awkwardly park yourself near the barbeque where one of the upperclassmen is grilling skewers for everyone, unsure of where else to go.

Of all the people you’ve seen, Minori is not among them. Is it possible that maybe she wasn’t invited? You’ve seen some of her other friends here, though, so it wouldn’t make sense to leave her out. You start to reach for your phone to message her to ask if she knows, if she’s coming. Given how Shinomiya invited you, in the odd case she didn’t know, it probably wouldn’t be a problem if she showed up.

Probably.

Just as you start typing, you hear someone nearby yell. “About time you showed up! You’re late!”

You happen to look up to see who this latecomer is and it’s… Minori. But she’s not alone; at her side is someone else you recognize instantly: Hayato Tsuji. It’s been a while since you last saw him, but your heart stutters at the sight, your body remembering the feelings you harbored for him in your high school years. He’s grown even more handsome now; his features sharper and more mature now than when you were teenagers. Something about the two of them together nags at your mind, but you push the thought to the side, more relieved to see your friend here than anything.

Minori’s gaze moves from the person who called out to her, scanning the area before finally landing on you. There’s no missing the way her eyes widen in clear and obvious surprise, making it apparent that not telling you about this whole thing was a conscious choice on her part.

Still, she makes her way over to you, smiling sheepishly. her eyes now avoiding yours. “Hey! Didn’t expect to see you here."

"Shinomiya invited me," you explain almost flatly.

Minori hums as if you've said something very interesting. "Is that so…?"

"Yeah?"

"I thought you'd be doing something with your parents tonight," she offers, the reason of why she didn't tell you about this hangout threaded between her words.

"No, they left this morning."

"Oh."

You could have sworn you told her that, but maybe she got the day wrong or something. It’s no big deal; Minori was probably just trying to be considerate since it’s been a while since you’ve seen your parents, but still something feels… off. It’s fine. A little awkwardness is to be expected, you tell yourself.

“Minori!” Someone else calls and she whips her head around toward the voice to see who it is. You recognize it as one of her other friends, waving wildly to get her attention. Minori glances back at you, looking a little unsure.

“It’s fine,” you say, smiling, though it feels hollow. “We can catch up later. We’re hanging out tomorrow, aren’t we?”

She stares at you, the hesitation still flickering in her eyes before nodding. “Yeah.”

You wave her off as she heads toward the person calling her and you don’t miss how her expression looks considerably lighter as she walks off. Sighing, you turn back to the barbeque, thinking to busy yourself with some food. Will it be like that tomorrow? Awkward? Weird?

You shake your head. It’ll be fine.

“Skewer?” the upperclassman manning the grill offers you one, and though you thought to occupy your anxious hands by eating you find that you actually don’t feel all that hungry.

“No thanks,” you tell him, smiling apologetically. He doesn’t seem to take any offense, though, and nods. You move away from the barbeque so that you’re not in the way of anyone who might actually want to eat, but once again you’re not sure where to go. You feel like finding Minori again is out of the question, the earlier weirdness repelling you. Maybe Shinomiya then?

You make your way around and spot Shinomiya joking with some underclassmen, laughing jovially. Should you approach? You don’t want to interrupt anything though, so you lurk off to the side, teetering back and forth on your feet. Maybe you can come back later when there’s a lull in the conversation or something.

The only other person you can think of seeking out is… Hayato. Your heart skips a beat at the thought. You can’t say you’re friends but you’d talked a few times in high school, even worked on a few group projects together. It wouldn’t be all that weird to say hi, would it?

You look around again, your eyes straining to pick him out in the crowd. While you look, your thoughts get ahead of you. He was just a high school crush, but wouldn’t it just be something, if you guys ended up talking and it just… picked up from there? Reconnecting with something akin to an old flame and things developing into something more over the course of one fateful summer… You’re sure you’ve read a story like that somewhere before and the sheer possibility of fiction becoming reality makes your heartbeat accelerate in your chest.

When you find Hayato, your entire body goes still, nerves seizing control of your motor functions. It's fine, it's cool, you try to tell yourself. You are just saying hi. You can do that. You can say hi.

And if it goes beyond that… you’ll figure it out later.

You take a deep breath and take a step forward toward Hayato, then another, then… You stop short— breath catching in your chest when you notice, when you see.  

There's someone standing next to Hayato, leaning intimately into him while his arm slung snuggly over their shoulder. You know them— recognize them, because there's no way you wouldn't. There's no way you wouldn't recognize your best friend.

It shouldn't surprise you, it really shouldn't . After all, they showed up here together, you saw them show up together and yet…

You feel absolutely gutted. Questions race through your mind. How long has Minori liked Hayato? Why didn’t she tell you? Are they dating already? For how long? Why didn’t she tell you?

Why didn’t she tell you?

Minori says something to whoever she’s talking to and laughs. Hayato leans his head down to whisper something in her ear and she blushes and swats at him, embarrassed, but still with a fond smile plastered to her face. You feel like you’re a whole world away— an outsider peering in. The contents of your stomach are flipping like they’re competing in the Olympics and you realize that you’re very, very glad you didn’t accept that skewer.

Eventually, you turn away, even though you really just want to walk over there and find out for yourself what exactly is going on. The last thing you want is to start a scene though. You can just ask Minori what’s going on tomorrow; find out if this is why she’s been acting weird. She knew you had a crush on Hayato, and even though he’s still really handsome now, that was in high school. If they're dating now, it’s not like you’d hold it against her.

You start to walk off, but you bump into someone instead.

“Oh hey!”

It’s Shinomiya.

You look at him and catch his expression shift, from a smile to something of a concerned frown.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Oh, uh.” Your shock must show on your face. You try to smile, but it feels far too strained to be convincing. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe you.

“I’m, uh… gonna… go over there.” You feel so awkward that you want to disintegrate.

Shinomiya’s mouth opens slightly, brows furrowed, looking like he’s struggling to say something. “...do you want me to come with?”

You laugh in an attempt to alleviate his concern, but the sound is mechanical, fake. “Nah, I’m fine.”

Shinomiya doesn’t seem convinced, his mouth set in a frown. His expression is contemplative again, like it was when you were at the store. You take a step back, away from him and wave him off a little.

“Really,” you say, before whatever he’s thinking about just spews out of his mouth. “Just… gonna take a little walk. The... smoke from the barbeque is getting to me.”

It sounds like an excuse, but it seems reasonable enough you think. Shinomiya still seems doubtful, but he doesn’t press the issue as you take another step away from him. You give him one more smile, this one feeling  a little more natural, to reassure him that you’re fine.

Because you are.

No one else seems to notice as you slip away from the group, heading toward the shoreline. The tide ebbs back and forth, the water coming up to gently lap at the soles of your shoes. You stare out at the sea, the sun nearly set over the horizon, dyeing the sky in oranges and purples. Some of the people at the hangout are probably setting up a bonfire or two so that the get together can continue into the night. You could probably go help out to keep your hands busy, but you don’t particularly feel like it.

Instead, you continue walking down the beach, further away from the chatter of all the people you grew up with, their conversations sounding more and more like a foreign language with each step. Even when you were younger, when you still lived here, you could never slot yourself perfectly among your peers. Minori was the only one who really felt like a friend to you, so her silence weighs heavy on your heart. If you had done a better job at keeping in touch with her, then would she have been more forthcoming about what was going on in her life? At the same time, it’s not like she was any better at keeping in contact with you, but…

You sigh. You’ll talk to her tomorrow. There’s no need to keep mulling over it now.

The sun has completely set now and you realize you’ve actually walked quite a distance from the hangout spot on the beach; you can’t even see anyone anymore. In fact, you’re actually probably only a few minutes from your parent’s house now, their home almost practically on the beach itself. You’re just better off going home, rather than going back. It does feel a little bit bad to have left without saying anything though, so you pull out your phone and send off a quick message to Shinomiya apologizing for leaving without saying anything and thanking him for inviting you in the first place.

You turn, with the intent of heading home, but something on the beach catches your eye.

Something unnaturally shiny.

People are generally pretty good about picking up their trash when they’re on the beach; it's a rule, after all. Sometimes, though, there are some people who forget, or just don’t care. As you approach, you figure whoever left this mound of garbage on the shore is part of the latter group, simply not caring enough to pick up after themselves.

But someone cared enough to cover it up in sand and seaweed.

You lean over, prepared to dig out whatever can and other trash has been buried when you notice, when you see.

It’s not a beer can that’s half buried here.

It’s some kind of fish and it’s huge.

You’ve heard of the very, very rare instances of beached whales, but this thing has scales, shiny, pretty iridescent scales that remind you of opals and you wonder distantly if there’s a fish this big, this pretty, really out there. More than that, though, you wonder how in the world it ended up on the beach like this. When you’ve finally cleared everything away, you realize that this thing isn’t a fish.

It’s a person.  

Or half of one at least.

You gawk at the sight, your eyes traveling down the length of their body. From the waist down, they’re all fish, tail and fins and all, but from the waist up they look like a man, with arms, and a torso and a human head.

Merman.

The word echoes in your mind over and over. You shake your head. This has to be a dream. There’s no way. Merpeople aren’t real. If they were, surely there’d be some kind of record or something of them.

You raise a trembling hand, to confirm what you see with your own two eyes. Very, very quietly, you murmur an apology as your fingers reach out, brushing against this being’s waist, where their human skin meets their fish-like scales. Maybe it’s some kind of… swimsuit or something. You’ve seen stuff like that on TV. If that’s the case there should be some kind of waistband or something, but you find none. The junction between their human half and fish half is completely seamless.

The merman is real.

You gasp softly and look around. It’s only the two of you on the beach right now. What do you do? Should you just leave him here? In a few hours the tide will be high enough to pull the merman back into the water, but… what if someone comes between now and then? If they realize it’s a merman, there’s no guarantee that they’ll let him return to the sea. He could be sold off as a research subject or some kind of exotic pet. The thought disgusts you. Shouldn’t you put him back then? Make sure that he returns to where he belongs? He seems to be unconscious though, but surely he can breathe underwater while sleeping, right? You have absolutely no idea how it works.

The merman groans beneath you and you look back at him. His face is scrunched up like he’s in some kind of pain. Is he hurt, maybe? Is that how he ended up on the beach? Using your phone’s flashlight, you check his body, trying to find some kind of injury, but you don’t find anything. Could he be sick or something then?

You reach up toward his head, brushing some of the snow white hair sticking to his forehead out of the way before you press the back of your hand to his skin. It’s slightly warm to the touch, so he probably doesn’t have a fever.

Wait. Can merfolk even get fevers?

Is he maybe having a bad dream then? Or is he uncomfortable? You don’t know. You could try to wake him up, but if he’s in pain wouldn’t that make it worse?

The panic is starting to settle in your nerves. What do you do? You've never encountered anything like this before. Do you attend to him as if he were an animal? Or as if he were human? You start to reach for your phone to call someone for help, for advice but—

Who could you possibly call?

Your parents are on an airplane right now, hundreds of kilometers in the air and out of reach. You couldn’t possibly bother Shinomiya with this and Minori— The image of her laughing amongst her other friends, Hayato snuggling up next to her flashes in your mind, sudden and almost disorienting. Something ugly and frustrating wells up in your stomach at the thought but you do your best to dismiss it.

You can’t bother her with this either.

You’re all you’ve got right now.

With that thought in mind, you force yourself to take a deep, deep breath. Before you can do anything else, you need to calm down. Once the anxiety has dislodged itself from your chest, you go over the options once more. You can’t leave him here because someone else with far worse intentions than you might find him. You can’t toss him back in the ocean because there’s no guarantee that he’ll be okay if you do that. Then what else can you do?

Take him somewhere else? You glance down at the merman; his body is longer than you are tall and you’re sure that he probably weighs a ton. You wouldn’t be able to take him very far on your own, so if you take him somewhere it has to be close.

A lightbulb goes off in your head. It seems kind of crazy, but you could take him home; a year or two ago your parents renovated the bathroom so now the tub is disgustingly huge. You think it’s big enough to house this monster of a merman until you can ensure that you can return him to the sea without the fear that he might get eaten by a shark or something.

Now the question is… how do you transport him? If you had a wheelbarrow or some kind of cart then you could put him in it and just wheel him to your parents house, but…

A particularly large wave crashes against the beach and another lightbulb goes off. Your father has a really big longboard he used to use when he was a teen. Maybe you could roll the merman onto it and pull it kind of like a sled?

The idea sounds absolutely insane, but you can’t think of anything else. If it doesn’t work… Well, you’ll figure it out later.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell the sleeping merman before bolting off toward your parents’ house. You get there in almost no time flat and easily locate the longboard, tucked away in a storage room. The board’s leg rope probably won’t be able to support the merman’s weight so you grab some regular rope your father has in the storage and wedge it in with the leg rope, using it to secure the rope to the board. When you’re satisfied with it, you dash back to the beach.

The merman is luckily where you left him, unconscious and undisturbed. You toss the longboard onto the sand next to him, shoving it as close to him as you can before bending over and rolling him face up onto the board, taking great care to make sure his entire tail is on.

Like this you’re able to get a better look at his face and— he’s handsome, breathtakingly so. The sharpness of his jaw, the angle of his nose, the width of his shoulders, his collarbone, the sight of them all assembled together like this ups your pulse a bit.

You’re getting distracted.

With the merman in place, you grab the rope and start to tug your makeshift sled toward your parents’ house but, god, he’s heavy. You don’t get very far before you stop to take a break, your arms and shoulders screaming. A different tactic would probably be better. You move to the other end of the board and bend down, gripping both sides of the long board as you push.

This method works much, much better until you get to the house itself. You knew the board would only get you so far, but from here on out you’ll have to carry him. There’s no way a bridal carry will work, so you brace yourself, and after a fair bit of struggling you manage to sling this massive merman over your back.

Each step toward the bathroom is absolute agony and you’re so damn grateful that the house is only a single story. It feels like hours have passed when you finally get to the tub. You rip off the cover and toss it haphazardly to the side, but now you have a new problem: how do you get him in there like this?

You could attempt to shrug him in, but his weight combined with the fact you can’t see might result in him accidentally hitting his head on the wall or something. That wouldn’t be good. Instead, you step into the tub, nearly slipping as you step over the wall of it, but luckily you manage to keep yourself from falling. Then, slowly, you free one of your hands gripping the merman’s body to reach down and tuck his tail into the tub.

He weighs too much for your one hand to handle and this time you lose your balance.

Both you and the merman tumble backwards into the tub. You manage to angle your legs out of the way of the faucet and land against the merman’s body with a thud, the hand that was holding onto him twisted into an uncomfortable angle. Quickly, you roll around to make sure he didn’t didn’t get hurt or hit his head against anything.

Miraculously, he seems perfectly fine— as if you had gently lowered him into the bathtub.

You breathe out a heavy sigh; it feels like you just ran a marathon, but you’re not quite done yet. As much as you’d like to leave it where it is, you pull yourself up to retrieve your father’s longboard from outside. Leaving it could possibly lead to questions from the neighbors and the last thing you want to deal with is gossiping aunties.

Especially with a merman under your roof.

You drag yourself back to the bathroom after you’ve put the longboard away and he’s still asleep, grimacing a little, but still asleep. It’s absolutely wild to you that he hasn’t woken up at all. You wonder if you should fill the tub with some water. Would that make him more comfortable?

You reach over and start the faucet, making sure to lower the temperature. As the tub fills itself, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you, and you slump down next to the tub. Carrying the merman home really, really took a toll on you. Your eyelids feel heavy and you think it should be fine to close them.

Just for a minute or two.

It feels like the second your eyes flutter shut, they pop open again, your whole body awakening with a start. Your thoughts are all jumbled up. Why are you in the bathroom? Did you actually fall asleep here? Wasn’t the water running? Thank god your parents bought one of those super fancy bathtubs that regulates the amount of water in the tub. Surely the merman wouldn’t mind if the water overflowed but—

Right. The merman!

You sit up straight and turn your head toward the merman and sure enough he is still there. He wasn’t just some crazy dream you concocted; he’s real and, more than that, he’s awake.

He watches you, his lips curved up into an amused smile that reaches his eyes— bluer than the sunshine on the sea. Your heart hammers wildly in the cage of your chest as you rediscover, all over again, how supernaturally stunning this being you’ve brought into your house is. He tilts his head, his grin widening almost impossibly as he speaks, his voice a melodic timbre that you would almost swear resonates with your very soul.

“Well, good morning.”

next chapter  →

#satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojou x reader #satoru gojou x you #jjk x reader #nikuniku fics #not sure what else to tag this as always tags are hard #reader is very anxious and emotional i think but #it will get better for them!! #sots fic tag

[catmansquad]

“Unstable”

A short piece for one of the Looking Glass chapters I rewrote to be Reader-centric.

Yandere!Miguel 

You just can’t seem to shake the feeling that someone’s watching you…

Earth-928 [Iteration: 157] October, Nueva York, 2099

The halls were dark and silent, a dozen unused chambers and corridors, left and forgotten to gather dust. As far as the public were concerned, the building was undergoing renovations, of the long-term type. Its twisted spire would tower beautifully against the neon skylines of Nueva York, now only one floor, one room was illuminated. The nameplate on the door was crooked, the room was covered in half-dismantled machinery; loose cabling, screens that were broken or had been punched straight through, and piles of empty takeaway boxes. Clad in red and deep blue, the large figure sat before a bank of shimmering hardlight screens, staring straight ahead and thoroughly lost in nostalgia. He had tried. Miguel O’Hara had tried so very hard; to assemble the Spider Society, the heroes and defenders of the sprawling infinity of the multiverse. But it never came to be, none had agreed, perhaps they were missing, or had already been snatched by another version of himself. In another world, so close to his own, too fine a distinction even for the dimensional travel watches to recognize it. Somewhere along the line where their paths had branched, he had lost a coin toss against fate, his other self had won it.

The Spider Society was never to be, and the scarce few he had tried to recruit did not remain for long, they had claimed he was… Unstable. Miguel snarled at the recollection, teeth gritted, fangs bared. He took a heavy breath, exhaling slowly. He had broken enough screens over those memories. The halls of his great ambition were dusty and empty, and now he was left here; standing in what once been Alchemax’s finest building, now a ruin of a dead dream. He still remained as his world’s one and only Spider-man, DNA irreparably mangled with that of a spider’s, blessed and cursed with frightening powers and a lifetime of guilt and trauma.

While he could not step into the reflections of his own world, he could still peer into them. How many hours had he wasted, watching his other self- the successful Miguel- lurking before those same screens, recounting his own pains, his own issues. Miguel had laughed at him, the man who was and was not him. Hard light webbing? Powers given by serums?! The man was not his reflection, he was but a weak, pale shadow! He hoped that his other self could see him in turn, peering back through the glass at him; see the powerful man he wished he could be and go green in envy.

Then he had widened his scope of interest, looking at all his other selves, in other worlds. The further out he went, the weirder and stranger those worlds became, the more unique his incarnations became; a knight in shining armour, a bloodthirsty vampire, a merman, and stranger still. But there had been another twist of fate, another interesting fact that not even his successful self could claim; these variants of himself had someone by his side, beautiful eyes that met his own crimson hues. Miguel was transfixed, watching each world in turn, the same yet different. He’d had Lyla scour every single record, every database, searching for you in whatever form you could take. She had returned with nothing; you did not exist in this world. He had upturned the entire cafeteria after that revelation. There was no point in fixing the mess, it would never see use. Miguel had eventually calmed himself, back to the scope once again, scouring realities. Eventually, he had picked a nearby reality; Earth-927, one world from his own. It was running behind his reality, and once again he had found himself… And there you were, right by his side. They were in love, they were married. Miguel felt a longing in his heart, a cure for that loneliness. What had he done to end up as the loser of every cosmic coin toss?! This version of him was nothing special; overworked, overtired, and so very, purely human. The world was simply too primitive, the technology did not exist, the experiments for his transformation had not- could not happen, this world had no Spider-man. He hated that version of him. You deserved a Superhero to love and protect you.

‘Lyla… Show me.’ He watched the hologram of his assistant glitch into existence beside him, as much as a pain in the ass as she was, she was useful. A gift from his late ex-wife, along with her plans for the whole dimensional travel prototypes. No children, no wife, and no Spider Society. ‘Show you what?’ Red eyes closed; he exhaled in annoyance. Every single time… ‘What do you mean “what”? Show me 927! Show me-!... Show. Me. Them.’ ‘I mean, I can, but you’re not gonna see much with your eyes closed.’ His eyes snapped open, a snarl in his throat as he made to grab her image, claws raking through empty air as she blipped and returned on one shoulder. ‘Already live, big guy. Back on scope and in range.’

He watched the screens shift, the displays melting into one great view, a mess of code and rendering glitches. “LENS ADJUSTING -  927” “PARALLAX SCOPE LOCKED” “ADJUSTING GAMMA” “ADJUSTING AUDIO” The image smoothed out into a dark, rainy night, watching a car park itself outside a detached house on a lone lane. The engine switched off and the lights dimmed, leaving only the nearby streetlight for illumination. When they did not emerge, Miguel stepped up closer, a hardlight control panel materializing under his fingers as he manipulated the viewfinder, zooming and rotating to the interior of the vehicle. His eyes widened as he saw you, that warm smile on your face, loving and kind as you reached over to the seat beside you, there he was- the other him, the regular him- sound asleep, arms folded and mouth hanging open, snoring softly. ‘Miguel… Miguel, we’re home… C’mon, sleepyhead…’ He watched his other self groan, brown eyes blinking open. ‘Ah, fuck, my neck…’ The other Miguel rubbed his neck, other hand grabbing the car keys. ‘Did you want anything to eat or drink, Mig?’ ‘I... Think I’m just gonna fall into bed, mi amor…’ Miguel’s red eyes scoured the scene before him. To him, the happy couple did not look so happy. Once again, he felt that dark knot tighten in his gut; they both looked exhausted, surely you deserved a man who could look after you? He watched you  follow your husband inside and quietly reminded himself that his own penthouse was far nicer than their home. When was the last time he went there? Lyla had reminded him that he should go and rest. Repeatedly. In truth, he should switch off the scope and go back to his own bed, and try to sleep. He watched you lock up as the other Miguel staggered upstairs to the bedroom. You hesitated, keys in hand, and Miguel followed you through the house, watching you turn each light on, searching each room like you wanted to be sure of something, then switched them off. Finally, you entered into your bedroom, changing out of your damp uniform and into nightwear, softly sliding under the covers and snuggled up close to the larger man who was already sound asleep. ‘Mig, I… No, never mind…’

It wasn’t spying. It wasn’t being a voyeur. You had become his world, and when you were not present, his heart ached and he found it hard to breathe. There was a beauty in watching you, he could waste entire days simply staring at your form, so close he could almost reach out and take you. ‘Miguel, it’s nearly 3AM, you have gone for nearly 32 hours without sleep.’ ‘Lyla, enough.’ He did not look to her, his eyes firmly on the screen, watching you folding laundry, placing it aside. Eventually, you picked up a white hoodie, far too large for you. A fond smile crept across your face as you held it close, tight in your arms and buried your face into the soft fabric with a delighted smile and a gentle sigh. Miguel watched with wide eyes; he would have to find one just like it.

For the whole day, he followed your routine around the house, watching you clean up, watching you dust and polish. It was only as evening set, browsing on your laughably primitive phone, did you look up, putting the device back in your pocket and pulling back one of the curtains softly, peering outside into the empty street, worry written across your features. Concerned, Miguel panned back the view, scouring the entire street from all angles, not even a single peep of activity. Then swiftly returned to you, who had calmed down once again, lounging back on the sofa, phone in hand, typing away. Curious, he adjusted the viewfinder once again; you appeared to be messaging a friend.

“>: Have this awful feeling, it comes and goes all week; the dread that I’m being… Watched. I can feel it right now; eyes on the back of my neck. It feels like… Like someone is out there. I don’t feel safe without Miggy here.” 

“Have you tried an exorcist? lol” 

“>: I’m serious. It’s creeping me out. Like, something bad’s gonna happen.” 

Miguel hesitated, oily noodles slipping from the chopsticks, back into the greasy takeaway box, mouth open. It couldn’t be possible. There was no way that you could be capable of perceiving him. No-one in any reality was capable of detecting that. Either you were being stalked by someone else altogether, or… He felt that dark knot in his gut bloom and tighten again. … Or you were fated to be together. A smile curled onto his lips. Yes. That was it. If you so dearly wanted your loving husband by your side… … Well, he’d be more than happy to volunteer…

(Your husband is soon kidnapped by Spider-man and given one warning to go very far away and stay there. Or else.)

------------------ (Seriously, screw whoever went “eh, ignore literal-spider-man origin for Miguel, just make him some grouchy person who needs injections and can’t produce his own webbing”)

#spider-man: across the spider-verse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #yandere miguel o'hara

[siphoklansan]

700 Followers Milestone Celebration🎉

Introducing…

꧁𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝗺𝗼𝐥𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡꧂

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“Could that be a fish-tail swishing behind his legs?”

Height : 178 cm.

Birthday : 17th of July

Homeland : East of Scalding Sands

Best Subject : Defense Magic

Club : Pop music club

Talents : Khon Dancing

Hobby : party, watching plays

Likes : going out, playing wood wind instruments

Dislikes : carelessness and cockiness

Favorite food : any type of noodle dishes (bonus points if they have lotus roots in them)

Least favorite food : artificial butter or ingredients in desserts

꧁𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜꧂

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢����𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞" The ability to put someone in a trance. The trance will show their darkest fear or deepest desires, depending on Charin’s intentions. The victim will be put in a trance when Charin summons a large lotus on the ground (kinda like a booby trap). If the victim steps in the lotus then off they go into dream land, they’ll just stand there with pale and dull eyes, completely still. The longer they take to break out of the trance, the more energy it consumes from both Charin and the victim.

The victim can fall unconscious if they’re in a vulnerable mental state or they take too long to snap out.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 : Warriors are adorned with talisman (tattoos) , giving wearers resistance to black magic and blot. And also some resistance to normal physical damage (ex. a normal blade, a bullet)

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝗺𝐚𝐧 : Charin is half merman. Though he can’t transform into a one, he possesses a skill that can swim just as fast as any merman.

꧁𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧꧂

I originally planned a second ability for him. He can summon tiny lotuses that can heal minor injuries if you eat them. It’s like a family thing, since he comes from a family of healers and such, but I decide to cross out the idea.

Charin is also based on the literature piece Ramakien like Anan! He’s inspired by the character…..*drumroll please*….Muchanu! (มัจฉานุ). Muchanu is the son of Hanuman, they’re both Yakshas. But Hanumna uh did the devil’s tango with a mermaid so yeah..there’s Muchanu🧍‍♀️

I originally planned for Charin to be based off Hanuman (หนุมาน), but I decided to go for Muchanu for shits and giggles. I just think the fish tail is so cute I couldn’t pass it up.

If I remember correctly, Muchanu is a goody-two-shoes and is kinda like a side character. I don’t think he had that much screen time.

I created Charin because I had a feeling that if I was in Twisted Wonderland, alone with no magic and no one that’d speak my native language, I’d be lonely as hell. So Charin is like a comfort character to me<33

His hair resembles a lotus (doesn’t really look like it but yeah) it’s not a blooming lotus though. And his hair is not a bun.

His big ears represents Yakshas that are related to monkeys(?) (or just monkeys. They draw monkeys pretty similar to yakshas (in the literature piece)

The swirl-pattern on his cheeks is something I notice in a lot of monkey character designs. Or maybe I’m tripping and I’m remembering it as something else but I swear I see it from time to time😭

꧁𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧꧂

Since Charin is (half) merman, he loves water sports! He loves going to the beach, go diving in the deep sea, he surfs too! He goes to the local beach so often that the people (and workers) there know who he is.

Charin’s a very fun guy. He loves to party too (he gets along with Kalim well too, and they’re both in the pop music club!) But he’s not that energetic to the point that it’s suffocating, he knows when to have fun and when to stop.

As the body guard of Anan, he doesn’t seem to be strict at all. It’s not because he doesn’t care about his job (maybe), it’s because…well….could any one actually beat Anan? Jokes aside, he may have a baby face and is fun to be around, but he’s actually way stronger than he looks. His father’s lineage are warriors that served the King of Yakshas, so I guess that’s where he got his skills from.

But hey, don’t get scared now! He’s a pleasant guy, he wouldn’t start a fight unless you give him a reason to. Though…he wouldn’t say no to a spar or two. Show him what you got, he won’t judge! Charin’s not the type to play dirty too, unless the situations are dire, of course.

Charin, ever the mysterious guy. You wouldn’t even know he had a fish-tail until later. He likes to hide his tail for unknown reasons.

Charin has a habit of being flirty, but that’s just a part of his personality. He doesn’t even know he’s flirty! And he’d get so confused that someone caught feelings. Hm? What do you mean you like him? He thought he was just being friendly…

YOU GUYS….THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 700+ FOLLOWERS🎉💓💓 I can’t believe I got this far omg😭 I’m so glad you guys stuck around even though I don’t post that often hjkggjgkgh I have so many things in my draft that I wanna post! You can check my agenda post (in my pinned post) to take a look!! I had so much fun on this app. The community is great and I’m already looking forward to posting more content (ง'̀-'́)ง I had A LOT of fun drawing my OCs (Anan and Charin) and I get to share it with you guys!!!<333

Lmk if you have any questions about Charin, you can barge into my ask box and ask away!♡´･ᴗ･`♡

I would also like to end this by saying that if you are knowledgeable about Ramakien and you would like to correct some information in this post (or my other oc’s post) PLEASE DO!! I haven’t read about Ramakien in a longgg time, so feel free to correct me on anything! I’d appreciate it SO MUCH!<3

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #original character #twisted wonderland original character #☂︎︎siphok-museum☂︎︎ #my little bby is here!! #THANK YOU FOR 700 FOLLOWERS AGAINNN<333333 #I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH MWAH

[mymainwastoocluttered]

You Make My Head Spin (for the wrong reasons) (Jamil Viper)

Jamil Viper is not stupid

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Warning: Angst

Following the tradition started with Halloween Jade, I'm going to break Jamil's heart for breaking mine <3

Eu sei que a música, nesse caso, seria no ponto de vista da Leitora e não do Jamil, mas a vibe é o que importa.

Jamil Viper is many things, but he is not stupid.

So when the blushing and the fidgeting come, he immediately figures it out: (Y/N), the beloved Ramshackle Prefect, has a crush on him. And it is a strong one, if the occasional stuttering and shy look are anything to go by, which is uncharacteristic of the person who has no problem calling people out on their bullshit and who practically took over Night Raven College from the Headmage’s useless hands.

Jamil is not interested in her, however. He appreciates her, and considers her a good friend. She is the one who he opened up about his problems, who knows how far his feelings towards the unfair role life has given him since birth, who sides with him through thick and thin, who keeps him in his toes before he can do something he might regret, who accepts his real self and expects nothing from him but a good life. Out of everyone in the school, she’s the one who holds most, if not all, of his trust—and “trust” is a resource Jamil is very stingy with.

But he does not feel the same as she does for him.

There’s no blush on his cheeks when she hugs him, there’s no sweat on his hands when she touches his shoulder in support, there’s no stuttering when she smiles at him. His heart doesn’t even do that skipping beat thing when she talks to him. There is no love for her in his heart, no romantic love. Just a great deal of platonic affection.

But Jamil is greedy, and a bit twisted.

(Y/N) doesn’t confess and he allows it.

Instead of bringing her feelings to light, Jamil allows her to nurture them in the silence of her own mind, pretends he doesn’t see, pretends he is oblivious.

Because it brings him a rush of–of power, perhaps? It’s one incredible sensation, the knowledge that out of everyone, out of all the boys that would kill and die and live to gain her affections, she chose Jamil. She fell for Jamil. Jamil Viper, the man born to be second to Kalim, is the winner of the Prefect’s heart.

Some nights, he goes to sleep feeling high in said feeling.

Maybe it is cruel of him, but he doesn’t think much about it. (Y/N) is more than capable of stopping this odd relationship of theirs if she wants, and it’s not like Jamil is going out of his way to string her along. He’s not touching her more than necessary, or hugging her longer than acceptable, or helping her beyond occasional situations. Even when the vindictive voice in his mind, the one who relishes in seeing her come back to him and place him at the center of her attention, tells him to, Jamil keeps things as they are. It’s better that way, neither taking steps to meet in the middle. Everything will eventually sort itself out, he figures.

Jamil Viper is not stupid, he sees when change comes months later.

She stops stuttering, but keeps on smiling. She stops blushing, but keeps talking. She stops fidgeting, but keeps on helping. She keeps on being friends with him, but she doesn’t crush on him anymore.

It should’ve made him relieved.

It doesn’t.

She blushes, she stutters, she fidgets, she smiles, she talks, she helps, she laughs and hugs and kisses her new crush. Her new boyfriend.

That damned eel.

Jamil almost stumbles with the force of the jealousy that hits him. He has only felt it once, towards Kalim and his easy path to success, but right now it is so strong, he feels like throwing up. One hand shoots up to hold the wall, a shaky breath leaving his lips, when he sees (Y/N) get on her tiptoes and press a sweet kiss to Floyd’s lips, giggling when the merman rubs their noses together after. After another sweet kiss, she leaves, a dreamy look on her face and a skip on her step, the same expression she’d have on after Jamil thanked her for helping him with his chores.

His eyes only leave her form when he hears a grating giggle, and he is not sure what his expression is, but it certainly is not pleasant if Floyd is smiling so happily.

“Sea snake~” Floyd greets, showing off his sharp teeth. There is a glint in his mismatched eyes that makes Jamil’s nausea worse. “Shrimpy is so cute, isn’t she?”

“... congratulations on getting together,” he says through gritted teeth.

“You’re late by a few days, but thanks~”

Jamil suddenly remembers a sunny day last week, where she looked so happy he joked that she might rival the sun. Instead of the pretty blush, she only laughed softly and changed subjects to something else. 

He’s not sure if he hates more the fact she didn’t even tell him or the fact she… the fact she fell for someone else. Someone who isn’t Jamil.

“... I see. Good for you.”

“Yeah, good for me. I’m dating the Prefect, how lucky am I?” Floyd’s grin turns malicious without, somehow, losing the edge of affection. “I couldn’t just let her go, you know? Not when she finally started liking me back.”

“Right. Well, goodbye.”

Jamil turns around and walks away. He runs away. He literally starts running once he’s back at the Dorm, taking advantage of the fact everyone is in class right now. He should be too, but between missing class and having to explain why he looks like he might pass out crying to Crewel and the entire class, he’d rather miss it. Crewel can shove homework down his throat when Jamil doesn’t feel like crumbling.

He feels like crumbling.

He had thought, the one who thought himself ever so smart, that it was nothing but a passing crush. That he didn’t feel the same. That he wouldn’t care when it inevitably went away and she started liking someone else. Jamil had counted on that, even.

And now look at him. He laughs to himself, alone in his room, alone with the pieces of his heart, alone with the bitter taste on his tongue. And now look at him, head spinning, sitting on the floor and hiding in his knees, like a sad child. Feelings he had not recognized earlier scream at him now. He didn’t blush, he didn’t stutter, he didn’t get sweaty hands and skipping beats, but he got so much joy. He had so many smiles. He thought of her so many times. He longed for the moments she’d come looking for him.

He slept with the sound of his name on her lips for a lullaby.

The man who thought himself so smart, incapable of seeing his own tells of love.

Jamil Viper is not stupid, but he is a fool.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #Spotify

[blackberrysummerblog]

I’m alive! And I’m so grateful to everyone who’s been tagging me—life has been crazy of late but it’s made me really happy seeing the notifications and keeping up with all of your work! Anyway, I have been writing, so I’m sharing a bit of that along with a ton of tags under the cut. And I’m even early this week (it’s still Tuesday where I live)

This first excerpt is from my demon!Baz/merman!Simon CORB:

What I didn't expect was to find him stretched out on his back, arching his spine as if attempting to offer himself up to the mid-afternoon sun.

He smirks when my shadow falls over his face. Simon wiggles his—hips?—in greeting. “You like me," he practically purrs.

"What." In spite of his playful tone, I still can't quite let myself give in.

"You're obsessed," he teases, rolling onto his stomach and rising up on his elbows. “You came back to stare at my scales again."

"Yes, well. They are rather...scaly," I finish lamely. "You're a true freak of nature, fish-boy."

"Simon," he corrects me, then looks back over his shoulder as he lifts his tail and fans out its spectacular fins. "And I'm not a freak. I'm a wonder."

And a bit from the other CORB that I get to do—hopefully this one is ok but I feel kind of vulnerable about it:

It’s warm in the bedroom; someone’s lit the fire already, and it casts a lovely golden glow around the room’s red furnishings. I shuck my jacket and kick my shoes off as I pull my shirt over my head, stumbling a bit, and then unfasten my trousers and kick them away as well. Socks follow. Should I take my pants off?

I hear footfalls on the stairs down the hall and rush to jump up on his—our—bed. We’ve been living together long enough that I think of the Hackney Wick flat as ours, so I guess this gargoyle-covered nightmare in Hampshire is as much mine as his. I’ve been tied to it enough. Baz, too, sometimes. When he’s in the mood.

“There you are.” Baz gives me a predatory grin as he shuts and spells the door behind him. His three-piece suit is understated, for him—a deep, inky blue tailored so close to his body that I’m not sure I won’t have to cut him out of it. Merlin, the sight of him. I lean back on my hands and let one leg hang over the edge of the bed, the other pulled up as though I’d meant to sit cross-legged. I hear him suck in a ragged breath and I half-close my eyes in an attempt to look come-hither.

“You told me to be here,” I rasp. Crap, my mouth is still dry as a bone.

Baz steps over to the pitcher at the side of his bed and pours a glass of water. Slowly, carefully, he holds it up to my lips and lets me drink my fill. “Ohh, that was good,” I sigh happily, licking the last drops from my lips.

“More?”

“Not of water, no.” I give him what I hope is a suggestive smile, although from what I’ve seen practicing in the mirror, I probably just look a right git.

Lastly, a bit of my crucible marriage fic, which I’m still working on:

“Twat.”

“Moronic numpty.” It takes effort not to flick his nose, but I manage. The way he’s glaring at me is too good to ruin with cuteness.

“Stuck-up tosser.”

“Idio—” And then Snow pounces, literally pounces, on me, and I let him knock me to the blanket. Of course I do; it’s like a dream come true. At first I’m not sure if he’s actually angry and planning to thump me, but in between little huffs of breath he’s laughing, so I concentrate on letting him think he can pin me without making it too obvious that I’m not using my full strength. Simon pushes my wrists beside my face and grins down with such self-satisfaction that I hate to spoil the illusion, but my pride won’t let him have this so easily. I push a knee up under his chest and twist, flipping us both so that he’s left spluttering beneath me.

“Let me go!”

“Let you—you’re the one who jumped on me!” I shove Snow’s hands above his head and hold them there with my forearm as I take his chin in hand and give his head a little shake. His eyes gleam with defiance and then grow soft, eyelids fluttering nearly shut. Letting my guard down, I drift closer, closing my eyes and parting my lips…

“Prat!” Snow surges up and takes hold of my shoulders, turning me before I can regain my balance. He laughs as we struggle and then begin rolling down the hill, because he’s an idiot who twisted us so that we would roll down the hill. He wraps one arm tightly around my waist, his other hand at the back of my head.

Have a great week everyone! It’s been so long that I’m going to go a bit bananas with the tagging: @prettygoododds, @palimpsessed, @wellbelesbian, @facewithoutheart, @raenestee, @thewholelemon, @nausikaaa, @bazzybelle, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @aristocratic-otter, @imagineacoolusername, @supercutedinosaurs, @iamamythologicalcreature, @rimeswithpurple, @ileadacharmedlife, @hushed-chorus, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @fucking-gay-frogs, @valeffelees, @theotherhufflepuff, @nightimedreamersworld, @artsyunderstudy, @cutestkilla, @stardustasincocaine, @ghostpepperworld, @c0nsumemy5oul, @shrekgogurt, @larkral, @letraspal, @fatalfangirl, @onepintobean, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ebbpettier, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @j-nipper-95, @fucking-gay-frogs, @alleycat0306, @aceumbrellaheroes, @forabeatofadrum, @youarenevertooold, @thewholelemon, @confused-bi-queer

#wip wednesday #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #corb 2023 #crucible marriage au #married by the crucible au

[angelettecloud10]

💜Yandere Azul Ashengrotto Idea💜

Ok After Watching The Little Mermaid (Classic Ver.) I remember Ursula Disguises herself as Vanessa to trick Eric that she saved him from drowning and who sang for him when he woke up after being unconscious

Then Poses to Marry Eric to Prevent Ariel from succeeding the Spell to be Human

Now here's an Idea:

Yandere Azul Ashengrotto x Fem. MC x Prince Rielle (The Little Mermaid/Merman AU)

Prince Rielle Longed to join the Surface World and Bond with the Humans Above the Ocean of Twisted Wonderland

That is until he get's Offered to Attend RSA as a Student along with his Friends (Twst ver. Of the Disney Princess) although His Father (King Triton) doesn't fully agree to this and in Frustration Rielle swims off to the Surface there He Meets MC on a Small Cruise Ship with her Fellow NRC friends having a Spring Break Party (Kinda Like how Eric was Celebrating his Birthday but this is the First Day of Spring and perfect for a Cruise Party)

With the Young Prince now curious of the Female Student he wanted to learn more about her (or as you can say it was Love at First Sight) and what would it be like to be Part of Her World.

Unfortunately Someone on the Other Hand has taken interest in the Female Prefect . . . Azul Ashengrotto . . . he sought to make MC his Promised but Notices Rielle Snooping in that case gave Azul the very key for his plan to achieve

During the Party a Great Storm Emerged and Ruined the Celebration, MC nearly put her Life on the Line to save her Friends that is Until She had to Go back and save her Furry Grey Companion, Grim from being Trapped in the Flames. After Successfully saving Grim, The Boat's Supply of Fireworks was set off with MC still on the Ship exploded leaving the Survivng Students on the Life Boats in Shocked

Rielle feeling the need to do something he had to save her from Drowning

As the Dawn rose yet the sky filled with soft grey clouds, Rielle brought MC back to shore not leaving her side worried that she might not wake up, but faintly he could hear her Breathing and a Sigh of relief escaped from Rielle mouth as he then was enchated by MC's Beauty as she lays Unconscious and he then Sings his new Dream to be Part of Her World

The Group then Later finds MC on Shore, relieved as they can be the First Years Tackled MC in a Tight hug Happy that she was Ok. MC then starts to Say how there was a Boy who Saved her and how He Sang so Beautifully. The Bois thought she was Imagining things or being Delusional or she probably Drank too much Sea Water (Lol)

Except for Azul who knew exactly What MC was Referring to . . . which gave him an Idea for a Boy who always had an eye for a Bargain

To Make this Short, Azul then had Rielle visit the Monstro Lounge to make a Deal with him. Helping Him to Turn into a Human to both to Attend RSA and Meet the Female Prefect only for 3 Days but Can Succeed if He Kisses her through True Love. If she Doesn't Kiss her then He Turns Back to a Merman and be trapped in the Monstro Lounge as a Fish in a Tank Serving the Entertainment as a Decoration (& Azul will have MC all to Himself). Payment would be for Rielle to Give up his Voice and rely on other ideas to communicate with MC and his Friends in RSA

As Rielle enjoys his Time at RSA making New Friends and Meeting MC and visiting The Village to Bond more they both Almost Kissed (Kiss the Girl Scene) but Unfortunately failed after being knocked over from the Leech Twins who followed them to prevent Rielle from Succeeding. Leaving Azul to take matters into his own hands and using Rielle's Voice and a Disguises himself (Like Vanessa but a Male ver. Brown Hair, Purple Amethyst Eyes, and his Seashell Necklace that holds Rielle's voice).

His Name would be Victor 💜

MC Standing outside of Ramshackle late at Night hoping that she wasn't mistaken that a Boy really did save her, considered the Lighter Side of the Whole Experience and Considers her feelings for Rielle and decides to Sleep on it and meet with him in the Morning.

But then Hears a Voice Singing exactly the same as the One who saved her from Drowning she then looks around and sees a Figure standing close to the Lake near Ramshackle. His Hair Softly Flows in the Night Breeze as he slowly Looks back at MC making Eye Contact with his Piercing Amethyst Eyes as he Sings and a Golden Hue Glows Brightly in the Night entrancing MC in a Spell

Soooo There's that & I Hope someone Writes a Story about this Idea & I give full permission to use this Idea as long you Credit me

Thanks For Reading and I hope you Enjoyed!!🐚💜

#twsited wonderland #azul ashengrotto #octavinelle #floyd leech #jade leech #twst rielle #the little mermaid #vanessa the little mermaid #rsa twst #rsa x reader #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Today, Twisted Tales presents... Caterella!

Hi, so 👉👈 THIS IS A SERIES I’VE BEEN MEANING TO WRITE................ . . ....... . . . . . ..... . . ... . .. . . Basically, “Twisted Tales” will be me taking classic fairy tales, legends, folklore, etc. and rewriting them (storybook style!) to exclusively feature the TWST boys in its cast of characters--and since they’re... well, themselves, they end up making the OG stories play out completely differently than the originals!

I don’t know how well received or how much in demand this series will be (or how frequently I can write them), but I figured I’d roll this one out as a pilot/test run? I have ideas for Riddle Red Riding Hood and The (not so) Little Merman in the works! ^^

And so, our story opens...

Once upon a time...

There lived a well-off family in the Shaftlands. The two eldest were daughters, who loved all manner of cute things and sweets. Meanwhile, the youngest was a cheery, social media savvy son. They got along as well as any siblings would, but the sisters had a tendency to boss their brother around.

Though the youngest was given the name Cater at birth, his sisters had come to nickname him Caterella after their many sessions of playing dress-up and house together. Poor Caterella was always to be their model or their pretend child--and powerless was he to protest their demands.

Magicam was his only escape, his only glimpse into others’ lives.

There, projected upon a shining screen, were glossy images beyond compare. Svelte models, decadent lifestyles, glitz and gold. Friends and families, closely knit. So happy, so free, so perfect.

Caterella was drawn in by it all, and longed to taste it for himself, for he was a sad and lonely young man.

No matter how many thousands of Magicam followers he had, he would always be dwarfed by far bigger influencers and celebrities. Neige, Vil. He would never be enough.

And so the days continued, with Caterella left unhappy and tending to his sisters’ every whim--until, one midsummer, when a peculiar envelope arrived in the mail. It was jet black and edged in neon green bramble.

Prince Malleus Draconia of the Briar Valley is gracing the Shaftlands with his presence. He hereby summons you to his Midsummer’s Ball, the declaration inside read.

A taste of that high-class glamor, just within reach.

It sent Caterella’s sisters into an excited frenzy of party preparations.

Countless hours were spent trying on fancy gowns, holding clusters of jewels to their collars, testing perfumes, pinning their hair, and painting their faces. Every accessory and every part of their outfits had to be immaculate if they planned to woo the prince... and, of course, their brother helped them with every step of it.

“Hey, maybe I can go to that party with you,” Caterella suggested as he tightened the sash on the back of a dress.

“Absolutely not!” crowed his sisters. “What would you even do at the ball, Caterella?”

“I could talk with the prince. He seems like the kind of guy that could hold a decent convo, right?”

His sisters rolled their eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous! Prince Malleus is probably looking for a spouse, not a friend. He’s going to inherit his crown soon, you know.”

“I know, but...” Caterella bit his lip. “Please, just take me with you. I want to see what it’s like there.”

But he was forbidden.

When the dreaded day arrived at last, his sisters climbed into the carriage and departed without him. Caterella stood in a dark, empty house while they were ferried away to a castle brimming with lights and life.

It was a miracle that he could drag himself to his bed. Burying his face in his sheets, he let the tears cascade down his cheeks and soak into the soft fabric.

He wept and wept for what must have felt like an eternity. His eyes were cloaked in such darkness that he took no notice of particles of starlight collecting where he shed his tears.

“Here I am,” announced a voice so soft and mysterious.

Caterella gasped, jerking up to find a bespectacled man dressed in fine suit staring down at him.

“Here I am,” he repeated, throwing his arms out. “Azul Ashengrotto, your Fairy Godmother, at your service. Tell me, my child, what troubles you? What is the cause for your sadness?”

“Oh, Fairy Godmother!!” Caterella bawled, wiping at his eyes, “all I want is to go to the party that the prince is holding tonight. I want to be where the people are! I want to see them dancing, to be a part of it… but my sisters told me I couldn’t go.”

Azul nodded. “And what will you give me in return, should I fulfill your wish?”

“… What?” Caterella’s tears instantly dried at the question. “Aren’t Fairy Godparents like, supposed to be generous and kind? Totally altruistic and super chill?”

“Why, whatever do you mean? This is my altruism, you see—but nothing, not even altruism, comes without a price, nor without consequence. It’s sad, but true.” Azul folded his arms. “I ask you again: what can you offer me in return?”

“Eeeh? Can’t you cut Cay-kun some slack? I’m literally dressed in cinders; there’s no way I can afford to pay you back for sending me to the ball…!”

“How much do you think I get paid for this?” Azul countered, on the defense. “I’m not a charity worker, Caterella-san; I have bills to pay and a stomach that needs feeding too.

“Go ahead. Make your choice. I’m a very busy person and I haven’t got all day. It won’t cost much, I assure you.”

Caterella tensed. “… What do you want from me, if not money?”

“Fufufu. As your Fairy Godmother, I am privy to all sorts of information about my Godchild.” Azul’s gaze trailed to the phone that laid on Caterella’s mattress.

“I believe you are an ‘online influencer’, yes? I would love for you to make a sponsored post promoting the little eatery I run as a side business. This can be done after the ball.”

“… Fairy Godmothers run restaurants?”

“I cannot make a living entirely on aiding poor, unfortunate souls, much as I would love to! Now, as for you shall receive in exchange… I will grant you not only proper attire for the event, but your very own carriage and coachmen, all of them enchanted with an anti-detection spell.

“None of the other guests in attendance shall be able to recognize you after tonight. It will have been just like a dream, and no one will be able to report that you had ever been there to your sisters.”

“What, just a single sponsored post for all of that swag? That’s no biggie. Sign me up!”

“I’m glad you’re so eager.” Azul reached into his coat and produced a fishbone pen and a golden scroll, which unfurled to reveal the conditions he had just listed, primed and ready. At the bottom of the scroll was a hauntingly empty dotted line. He tapped at it with the nib of his pen. “Please sign here if you agree to the terms and conditions.”

Caterella had never done anything so fast in his life. His signature was a scrawl, a blur.

Azul smirked, tucking the contract away for safekeeping. “It’s a Deal.”

Suddenly, Caterella felt the creep of magic at his feet. Silvery sparkles floated up, enveloping his entire body before exploding with a crackle like a firework.

When the light had cleared, he found himself in a pale blue gown with puffy sleeves and a scoop neckline, his full skirt daintily draped. A light dusting shimmery of makeup coated his handsome features, accentuating the green twinkle of his eyes and his impish grin. His hair was pinned up into a bun, loose strands framing his face. 

To finish the look off, Caterella’s feet were adorned in glittering glass slippers, and his phone covered in a case of the same material. Every last inch of him shone like a star.

“Whoooa! Check me OUT!!” he squealed excitedly. (Caterella immediately whipped out his phone to take a celebration selfie.) “Am I hot, or am I HOT?!”

Azul coughed into a fist. “Yes, yes, quite. Now, as for your transportation… it has already been arranged for you. Right this way, Princess Caterella.”

He laid a hand on Caterella’s shoulder and gently guided him to the front porch. When the door swung open, they were greeted by a silver carriage, a pristine stallion mounted to it. Two coachmen—mirror images of one another—hovered, one at the helm, reins in hand, and the other holding the carriage door open.

“Took ya long enough to close the deal,” the driver called with a maniacal cackle. “Can we go now? I’m hella bored!”

“Patience, Floyd,” chuckled his doppelgänger. “We mustn’t rush our client.”

“Sweet, looks like I’ll be crusin’ in style!!” Caterella carefully lifted his skirts to avoid it catching on the gravelly path as he made his way over. After taking a few pictures of his ride, he turned to the trio. “Thanks a bunch for the help, guys!”

“You are most welcome.” The coachman at the door smiled as Caterella boarded, shutting it after him with a click.

The interior was just as luxurious as the exterior. The carriage sported cushy seats lined with velvet, and plenty of space for Caterella to stretch his legs. He laughed, relishing in the luxury of it.

“Having fun, are we?”

His Fairy Godmother was at the window. Caterella scooted closer to it and stuck his head out.

“Tons of it!”

“I’m happy that you are enjoying yourself. However, please do bear in mind that all magic is temporary. This dream of yours will only last until midnight—so be home by then.”

“Midnight curfew? No probs, I gotcha.”

“Very well. If we are in agreement, then…” Azul swept into a bow. “Enjoy your evening.”

There was a sharp crack and a startled whinny.

The carriage shot off at a breakneck speed into the night, following a path of prickly bramble to the castle that loomed in the distance.

Meanwhile, at the castle, a quiet panic rolled through a trio of guards.

The ball was already in full swing, the orchestra playing a slow waltz, bodies swathed in fine fabrics and decorated with fat jewels leaning into one another. Drunk on conversation and laughter and wine.

But no prince to be found.

A small man swept through the hallways, surveying the area for a familiar, horned figure. He was flanked on either side by two tall, muscular men in matching uniforms—ebony, hemmed with neon green.

“Where could Malleus have wandered off to now? He’s late for his own ball, the silly boy,” the short one said.

“He’ll be presented to the guests soon. We’re running short on time,” the silver-haired youth to his right remarked.

“Perhaps it would be best if we split up to comb the premises.” The short man cut a glance at the party, which radiated a golden glow. “The others may be able hold down the fort without our combined presence, but chaos may break out if they realize the prince is missing.”

“As expected of Lilia-sama!! YOUR TACTICAL GENIUS KNOW NO BOUNDS!!”

“There’s not a point to it if you shout the plans for the world to hear, Sebek…”

“Kufufu.” Lilia chuckled, a hand to his mouth. “Well, let’s see then. Sebek, with your loud voice that carries across fields, you should patrol the courtyard. It would also lessen the likelihood of anyone overhearing the shouts in case there is a lull in the music. Silver, quiet and stoic as you are, the corridors are yours.

“I will remain in the ballroom to monitor the event. I’d wager to say my people skills can delay Malleus’s introduction, should he be fashionably late.”

“As you wish, father.”

“Yes, Lilia-sama!! THIS SEBEK WILL NOT DISAPPOINT YOU!! I SHALL RETRIEVE THE YOUNG MASTER AT ANY AND ALL COSTS!!”

“We’ll reconvene at the stroke of midnight. I’ll see you boys—and your reports—then.”

They shared a salute before breaking off in different directions.

The ball was like a dream come to life for Caterella. As soon as he stepped out of his carriage, the castle unfolded before his very eyes like a picture from a popup book.

It was great and grand and forged of stone, centuries’ worth of history guarded by gargoyles. Tall spires that reached for the night sky, amber ambience pooling out from its windows. A song blared from within, riding on the faint wind of chatter.

He pictured a chandelier dripping with crystals, long tables loaded with food, and dozens and dozens of guests gliding across a polished floor. All set to a twisted rhythm.

Caterella collected his skirts and made his way to the entrance, head held high like he was somebody important, eager to join the partygoers. The lights drew him in like a moth to a flame, and he couldn’t resist its hypnotic glow.

That was until something in the corner of his eye moved.

He stopped, startled by the slinking shadow. No, that was not slinking shadow but a person.

A stranger, tall and dark and devastatingly beautiful. Draped entirely in dark robes, his skin of moonlight appeared like a floating face. A curtain of ebony hair was swept back, revealing a row of obsidian scales across his forehead. Stranger still, a pair of jet-black horns poked out from his head.

He was composed like both man and monster, yet he wore his traits like they were crowns and relics. The stranger stood tall and regal, his mouth--painted a red so deep it verged on black--pinched into a neutral line, his irises fine emeralds.

He was poison dressed in a pretty perfume bottle.

“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” Caterella asked jokingly.

The stranger glanced his way. There was antique gold laced in the green of his eyes, something ancient and unspoken. The stranger’s mouth moved, and a deep thunder beckoned.

“I grew tired of the festivities and sought to amuse myself with an evening stroll.” He looked down at Caterella through his lashes. “What of you?”

“I’m here for the party!”

“My, so you’re a guest.” He inclined his head. The moon refracted off of his eyes, infusing the emeralds with an opalescent shimmer. “I’m afraid you’ve wandered quite a bit away from the hub.”

“I actually just got here,” Caterella admitted. The words came easily to him, despite his quaking heart. “Think you can point me in the right direction?”

"It would be that way.”

“Thanks! I’ll catch ya there then!!”

Caterella turned, but he was only able to take a single step before he found himself compelled to look back.

The stranger had directed his gaze upwards, at a grotesque little monster snaking out from the side of the castle. It huddled in on itself, wings and claws tucked in, stance alert.

A loyal minion on the lookout for danger. Beyond it, the stars splayed across an inky night, blinking in and out. So vast and empty.

He looked sad, and a little bit lonely.

Just like Caterella.

“… Hey, do you want to come with?”

The offer had left Caterella’s mouth before he even realized what he was saying. It caught both him and the stranger off guard. They stared at each other with wide-eyes expressions, drinking the other in under the starry night.

“I’m not much of a people person,” he said at last.

“You’re talking to me just fine—and I’m a person too, aren’t I?”

The stranger stared dubiously at him. “One that is supposedly running late for the ball. I don’t even know your name, child of man. Nor you mine.”

Caterella laughed, unperturbed by the awkwardness. “I know what’ll break the ice! Here, let’s take a selfie together! I’ll tag you in it, and we can be Magicam friends.”

“… I do not understand.” His brow creased. “What is this ‘selfie’ and ‘tagging’ of which you speak? Is this ‘Magicam’ an incantation I have yet to learn of?”

“Huh? You’ve never heard of Magicam? It’s like THE hottest social media platform right now!”

Another stare.

“Alright, guess not. But that’s okay! I can just text you the pic anyway!”

With that, Caterella produced his phone—decked out in its brand new glass case—and held it out, catching both himself and the stranger in its lens. The horned man blinked at his reflection, at Caterella winking, a peace sign thrown up.

CLICK!

A bright flash went off, erasing the world. There was just him and Caterella, suspended in a brilliant white void. It was a scene captured in time, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment.

Then everything came crashing back less than half a second later. Reality swung its hammer down, shattering the dream.

They were back.

“Ooh, this came out really nice!” Caterella nodded approvingly at the picture, his fingers already fixed on his keypad. “Alright, so what’s your name and number? I’l add you to my phone, so we won’t be strangers anymore~”

“My name? You wish to know my name?” His lips twisted into a wry grin. “You’ve yet to offer yours. It is rude to demand another’s without first giving your own.”

“Caterella’s what my sisters call me, but I’m actually just Cater. Cater Diamond. And you?”

“I am…”

He paused, abruptly jerking his head in the direction of the ballroom. Low to the ground, nestled below orchestral music, were firm footsteps and a murmur.

“I’m certain I saw a flash coming from this way…”

And in the opposite direction, another voice resounded. This one skipped across the music, standing far above it as each syllable rang out. Each word, the strike of a war drum.

“Young master! YOUNG MASTERRRR!! ARE YOU THERE?! PLEASE RESPOND IF YOU ARE!!”

“… It looks as though we may have some unexpected company,” the horned man sighed. Raising a hand, he gestured for Caterella. “Come, follow me. I know of someplace where we will not be disturbed.”

“Eh, where’s that?”

The stranger’s smile was brighter than any star, more mysterious than the moon itself.

“The gardens.”

Caterella was whisked away to a special, secret spot. He didn’t know a thing about the man that led the way, but his heart whispered that he could trust him. 

“Weren’t some people looking for you?” Caterella asked.

“There are times when one does not wish to be found,” replied the stranger. “There are times when the darkness offers more comfort than the light.”

Deeper and deeper they went into the gardens, past rows of flowers and tangles of trees and shrubbery... until they came upon a wall of thorns. A single red flower bloomed amidst the mess of bramble, just low enough to reach. The rose among thorns.

The stranger cupped it pressed his mouth against the rose’s velvet petals. He murmured a spell, then stepped back.

The bramble shuddered before splitting open like a gate, allowing him and Caterella to brush by.

“Whoa.”

A marble fountain laid in the center, a coiled dragon spouting out water instead of flames. The soft light of fireflies bounced off the glistening water, creating the illusion of fallen stars flooding the scene.

Roses ringed the scene, all the colors of the rainbow and every size imaginable. Baby buds to mature, tender blooms to ones so ripe they had started to rot, perfuming the air with their heady aroma.

Caterella cautiously stepped into the secret garden, as if testing if it was dream or reality.

His hand instinctively reached for his phone to record everything--pictures and videos of this enchanted place--only to find a pale hand come upon it, lowering the device. The stranger gazed at Caterella with a quiet curiosity. Fireflies danced in his eyes.

“This will be our little secret.”

“I don’t even know your name yet,” Caterella said cheekily, reciting the stranger’s words back at him, “and you’re asking these kinda things from me.”

“... You came for a ball. I presumed you would wish to dance instead of simply watching your surroundings.” He offered his hand. “May I?”

“Huh, are we dancing here instead of...”

“I’m not needed there for some time. I would rather get to know you more. It is not often when I get to have one-on-one audiences this... colloquial.”

“It sounds like you already know a lot of stuff that I don’t.”

“Then perhaps this would also be an opportunity for you to get to know me.”

“Wow, so suave. You liar, you’re so a people person.”

The nameless man’s chuckle was like music without lyrics. “For just tonight, let us live once upon a dream.”

Caterella smiled, slipping his gloved hand into the stranger’s.

The world was an orchestra, the animals and plants, its instruments. The distant chirp of cicadas and the faint, whistling summer breeze were the strings and woodwinds that sang for the duo.

Caterella’s glass slippers floated over lush grass, illuminated in a spotlight cast by the moon, starlight refracting in his eyes. The stranger, too, shone, his figure cut sharply by silver lining, fingers intertwined with Caterella’s.

They danced the night away. Time slipped away, as did all sense of space. It was as though that moment of a midsummer’s eve was bottled, scenery set in its own snow globe, and they, the central figures spinning set on a music box.

When, at last, their lungs and their legs gave out, the two fell to flower and star gazing. The stranger seemed to be wise beyond his years, reciting each constellation and species of rose as a scholar would. He lost his edge then, as intrigue and excitement softened his harsh features.

Caterella gave himself in return. They seated themselves on the ledge of the water fountain, scrolling through his picture gallery, full of snapshots of Caterella’s life. He’d nudge the hesitant stranger, urging him to swipe the screen himself, and cheered when he did.

His sparkle brightened when they stopped on most recent image in the phone—the one of their first encounter.

“Watch this,” Caterella said with a wink. “Did you know? You can draw on your pics too!”

Dragging his finger across the screen, he doodled a rose sprouting from the stranger’s head. The flower stood out against his dark visage. He chuckled at its silliness.

“Now you try!” Caterella thrusted his phone at him. “Just use the pen tool to do it.”

“I will attempt.” The stranger’s own finger hovered over the screen—but it never came down upon it. “… My, it’s nearly midnight. Is it truly that late already? I hadn’t realized the time had flown by. I am needed for my appearance at the ball soon.”

“Nearly midnight?!”

Sweat broke out across Caterella’s skin. He jolted up, hands bunching and creasing his skirts.

The stranger frowned. “Is something the matter? You appear to be rather alarmed.”

“I just realized I need to catch my ride!! If I break curfew, I’ll be sooo busted!!” Caterella blurted out. “Thanks for hanging with me, it was super cool to meet you… but I gotta go!”

“Wait—”

The stranger didn’t have a chance to finish his plea. Caterella was already fleeing.

“Come back!”

More shouting. Feet rushing into the garden. Burly men in uniform reaching for the stranger.

“There you are. We were getting worried about you.”

“W-Wait, where are you going?! Young master? YOUNG MASTEEER!!”

It was a flurry of movement.

Past the flowers, past the wall of thorns, out of the gardens, and to the front of the fairy tale castle. Caterella was waking from the dream.

A clock tolled in the distance. Doom reverberating through his bones and resonating in his marrow.

Already, the magic started to unravel. Caterella’s gown melted away into cinder-covered clothes, his glass slippers turning into sooty sneakers. His bun came loose, falling into messy waves against his face.

Soon, not even Caterella’s sparkle would remain.

He hurried up to a familiar carriage and waved at the twins lounging on it. “Yo, guys!! We gotta book it!!”

One of them yawned. “That sounds like a you problem. Figure it out yourself.”

The other chuckled faintly. “I apologize, dear client. Our end of the bargain has already been fulfilled. We are no longer contractually obligated to assist. As you can see, my brother and I are now off duty.”

“Can’t you, like, shoot Azul a text and convince him to extend the contract just for a little longer?!”

“I’m afraid not.” His smile was sardonic. “I believe you ought to run the rest of the way home. It seems that you have someone in hot pursuit.”

“What?!” Cater dared to look over his shoulder, and his heart stopped.

Floating high above the castle was the stranger. His robes billowed out behind him like a train of the night sky and his glowing eyes pulsated in the surrounding darkness. A menacing aura radiating from every pore of his moonlit frame, mouth curled into a cat-like smirk.

“Do not think you can escape from me. When I command you to stop, you will obey.” He lifted a hand, and thunder roared on command. “Stay where I can see you if you do not desire to be struck down.”

“WH-WHY IS HE FOLLOWING MEEEEEE?!”

“Who knows?” The other twin shrugged. “But man, he looks super pissed. I’d keep running if I were you~”

“Aaah, geez!! I so did NOT sign up for this!”

Caterella took off down the road, teeth clenched and skin bracing against the rush of wind and ozone, against the clap of thunder and the flash of lightning.

TROMP, TROMP, TROMP!!

His footfalls were heavy and frantic. His breaths, shallow and rapid.

There was no telling how far he had propelled himself, nor how close his pursuer was. Flight was without sound, only coming with a sweeping chill when it was already far too late to escape. 

Hazy summer warmth enveloped Caterella. He felt the remainders of the Fairy Godmother’s magic sloughing off of him in the wave of heat.

The anti-detection spell!

“None of the other guests in attendance shall be able to recognize you after tonight,” Azul had promised. “It will have been just like a dream.”

The stranger wouldn’t recognize him, even if their paths did cross again. He would look right past Caterella, at someone that didn’t exist, at something out of his reach.

His fairy tale was over.

Caterella slowed to a stop. His legs burned from exertion, muscles practically melting. Realization set in like the first star glimmering into view in the apex of the sky.

“It’s... really all over.”

Pain nipped at his chest, and each heartbeat echoed into his veins. Adrenaline and disappointment buzzed in his blood.

He wished it had lasted just a little while longer.

Caterella looked down at his sooty self, at his well-worn footwear. He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. “... I guess all good things have to come to an end.”

“I was not aware that this was the end.” Something firm pressed against Caterella’s forehead. “Is this not the beginning? We’ve only just met.”

His jaw dropped.

The stranger stood before Caterella, dangling a glittering device in his milky fingers. Amusement tugged his lips upward as he deposited it in Caterella’s hands. It fit perfectly in Caterella’s palm, feeling right at home in his grip.

“You remember me?”

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? You are quite the memorable character, child of... no, it was Diamond, wasn’t it?”

“But there was an enchantment—”

“Ah, you speak of the anti-detection spell?” He brushed off an invisible speck from his cloak. “Such low-level magic could not hope to dupe my eyes.”

“And you’re... not mad?”

“... Why would I be mad?”

“Dude, you were chasing me down with killing intent! You were LITERALLY about to shoot lightning at me!! I was THIS close to being Fried Cay-kun!”

The stranger planted his hands on his hips, his lips pursing into a pout. He tapped a finger on Caterella’s phone, which was still dressed in its glass case. “... That was just a joke. I only intended to return what you had forgotten.”

“A JOKE?!”

“Yes. Is that not what children of man do with their companions? They ‘pal around’ and joke with one another.”

“Not sure what part of that was the punchline, cuz none of it seemed funny to me!”

“It wasn’t? Hmm... noted. I will take that into consideration when I next attempt to ‘break the ice’.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.” Caterella held up a hand. “You were trying to break the ice? With me? Now? Just look at me—I’m not ‘cammable at all! There’s a bunch of people all suped up at the ball.”

“What significance does this bearing have? I fail to see the issue. It is you that I am interested in, Diamond—not the gown, nor the glass slippers. You offered me the same courtesy. It is only fair that I repay it in full.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I never did formally introduce myself, did I?”

The stranger smirked, and bent into a bow. The scales upon his forehead glistened in the moonlight like an obsidian crown. “Malleus Draconia, crown prince to the Briar Valley. Charmed, I’m sure.”

Caterella reacted as though he’d been energized by a bolt of lightning. His phone came close to slipping from his grasp.

“NO WAAAAY! I’ve seriously been hanging out with a prince this whole time?!” He stumbled back, his knees threatening to buckle. “Am I dreaming?”

“All dreams must end eventually. But this dream doesn’t have to.” Malleus extended a hand and a small smile, lovelier and brighter than any star. “Will you accompany me this evening to the ball?”

“What will happen after that?” Caterella whispered, his hand hesitant. “We can’t dance forever. Our soles and our spirits will wear out someday.”

“We needn’t say our goodbyes. I would be honored to spend more time with you, Diamond—tomorrow, and every day ever after.”

Caterella’s temperature spiked, his pulse set racing. A coquettish curiosity tickled him, and he wondered if he might be able to make a friend—one as true and as genuine as a diamond.

Steeling his nerves, he took the plunge.

“Well, I happen to know this place run by a Fairy Godmother,” Caterella said slowly, “and I kind of owe him a solid. You good to hit them up sometime?”

The prince—a stranger no more—nodded, his fingers curling into Caterella’s. “I would love to, my… friend.”

The hesitation preceding his final word went ignored as Caterella crashed into his arm, his laughter broad and wild. “Awesome!! Let’s get going then, the night’s still young and we’ve got a dance floor to slay!!”

“Of course.”

Arm in arm, Caterella and Malleus returned to the castle, much to the surprise and the chagrin of the prince’s attendants. The duo swept past the slack jaws and to the dance floor, eyes locked on one another’s. In a world of their own.

“I cannot believe this!!” Sebek seethed. “The kidnapper has returned with the young master out of guilt, and he is welcomed into the festivities with open arms?!”

“He looks like he’s having fun though. I don’t think the kidnapper means any harm, Sebek.”

“Kufufu. Silver is right, you know. I say, ‘live and let live’. It’s his first friend. Let Malleus have his fun.”

Lilia looked on, a proud grin stretching from ear to ear. “Ah, this scene reminds me of the ending of a story I heard on my travels. How did it go again…?”

And they lived happily ever after…

The End

#Azul Ashengrotto #Malleus Draconia #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #Cater Diamond #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #Twisted Tales #something no one asked for #Sebek Zigvolt #Lilia Vanrouge #Silver #Diasomnia #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Tweels #Octavinelle #technically canon x canon #but can also be read as platonic #AU #twst AU #twisted wonderland AU #beyond the looking glass #Cinderella

[lightning-of-farosh]

Mermaid Legend

I think this was a livewrite at some point but i never edited it and i never posted it. have some mer-legend!

Sand billowed out in small, rolling clouds, kicked up by a flat, pink fin. Fish darted out of the way, fleeing beneath the shadow of wide stingray wings and into the deep corners of a reef. Nothing followed them; the merman happy enough to weave between a shiver of frowning sharks.

He bopped one on the top of the head and darted off into deeper, bluer waters.

 Desert stretched out before Legend; flat and full of sand, of wilderness, of everything and nothing all at once. He dragged his fingers along the ocean floor, winding back and forth with no set direction only to turn and watch as the murkiness he created settled grumpily behind him.

Spring had given way to summer, the waters warmed by currents from the south. Storms were replaced by bright blue skies and heavy sunlight that drew gold patterns along the sand. Legend admired the way they played across the stripes along his tail.

A sea turtle passed below him. No place to go, no place to be.

Dropping his hand, Legend traced the pattern along its shell with a finger and watched it head deeper into the blue. Sounds echoed from further out; whales and dolphins and beasts that had more teeth than he did. He debated heading over to see what the fuss was about but turned, instead, into a roll and kicked off in a random direction.

Darkness passed over him and Legend curled, watching the triangular shadow for a second. It flittered from left to right then back again and he darted after it, chasing across the sea floor with a boyish grin on his lips. One kick got him close enough that he could pounce, burying his fingers into the sand—

An octopus flashed bright red and scurried in the other direction.

Legend blew a few bubbles after it in apology and turned on his back, watching the shadow dart back and forth above him. Metal settled against his chest and he reached up absently, running his fingers along the edge of a ring before tangling his fingers in the leather necklace it was hanging from.

A bird passed over head. Another followed. He followed them with lazy flicks of his tailfin and spread out his arms to glide. The heaviness of the warm waters settled in his skin, chasing away the coolness that had been there for so long. Blonde hair drifted around his face, swirling like a pleasant storm. Pink was returning to it after all those years of dying it black and blonde.

He had missed it.

Somewhat.

Fish scattered around him and Legend flared out his fins, using the drag to slow him to a stop. There were shadows above, shadows below. A school broke and formed around him, twisting as one and parting as many.

Legend swam below it, settling with his back in the sand to watch feathers break the surface of the water as beaks snatched what they could. It would have been easier for the birds with a pod of dolphins circling like a pack of shepherds because the fish would have nowhere to go.

As it was, the school simply parted and most of the birds shot back into the sky empty bellied.

Wondering—briefly—which group he should play with, Legend brushed his tail back and forth through the sand. It rose around him, drifting like a storm cloud across his bright scales, and there was a distant rumble of thunder.

He twisted, eyeing the sunlight that drifted through the surface, at the shadows of birds and fish and half formed clouds that dotted the bottom of the sea. Ignoring the dance of predator and prey behind him, Legend kicked away from the sand and broke the surface. His hair stuck to his face and ears, clinging to his skin and he wiped it out of the way with a scowl.

There was a pod of clouds in the distance. Grey. Dark. Heavy. They were singular in the sky; a patch of darkness on a blue canvas.

A seagull squawked above him. Legend glanced up at it and frowned.

“Yeah, yeah,” He told it and rolled his eyes. His fin caught the water and he kicked forward, diving back under the surface and shooting off towards the out-of-place storm. A few smaller fish got caught in his wake and were brushed to the side, little fins rushing to dart out of his way.

Legend didn’t notice, arching over the remains of a small fishing boat, around a small forest of kelp, and twisting between two of the larger boulders.

One scraped along his dorsal but he ignored it, watching the sky darken the closer he got to the storm. The water grew shallower; crab claws replacing small schools of fish and old nets threatened to snatch him from where they had been caught along rocks and branches of white streaked coral.

Heavy waves picked up the sand and he swam up, surfacing a second time to look up at the side of a towering cliff.

A wave crashed against the back of his head and Legend cursed when he was forced back under.

Stupid, he thought, waiting for another to pass before rising again. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the different light and he kicked to steady himself, arms stretched out for balance. Crested white caps pushed against him, trying to nudge him closer to sharpened rocks but he kicked against the force, fighting to keep place.

Light flashed in the darkness. Thunder rumbled above his head.

Beyond the small patch of the storm, there was nothing but clear blue skies.

Magic.

He dropped back down and swam back, closer to the edge of the clouds and kicked hard against the bottom to shoot up. Half his torso breeched the waves.

A flash of silver steel, of brown, of green.

Lightning crashed from the heavens, echoing a howl of rage.

Legend dropped back into the water before the earth shattering boom could rattle his bones.

Definitely magic. His fingers dug into sand and he watched for any more angry flashing light—but it only flickered, fading away and leaving the clouds behind. Legend pushed off the sea floor, rising slowly, and peeked his eyes above the waves to look up at the sky. His heart was hammering in his chest, old memories of storms rising like a tsunami in his chest—

Red caught his eye and he twisted, baring his teeth in a half formed snarl.

Fire fell, spitting and sparking, into the waves. It existed for a moment in the water despite its nature and then faded, swallowed up by the unforgiving ocean. Small bits of rock tumbled down the cliffside, knocked astray by a heel.

Legend turned his gaze up to the young man backed up against the ledge.

His blade was a hungry blaze, arching to block the swing from a mace, the thrust of a sword, the arch of an axe. Creatures with the faces of pigs and canines and lizards snarled at him, climbing over each other to get closer.

Legend cursed himself for leaving his sword behind as he reached for the ring against his chest.

Well, it wouldn’t matter. A rock could bash in a monster skull if it was thrown hard enough.

He tugged on the leather necklace, prepared to pull it over his head when hands grabbed a green tunic, pulling the teenager away from the edge of the cliff.

That’s nice of them, Legend thought. They normally try to push me off it.

The teen wrenched out of their grip, green fabric tearing as he stepped back—

His weight teetered backwards, shield flung out as if for balance. Gravity wrapped hungry, desperate fingers around the heavy metal and tugged the kid off the cliff and into the waters below.

“Shit!” Legend cried, diving under the water and racing forward. Not the rocks, he begged, having to take it slow because of the sand kicked up from the storm. Not the rocks, not the rocks, not the—*

His fingers found cloth. Found skin. He wrapped his arms around a chest and kicked back, heading up and away, diagonal from any possible danger. Nails dug into his shoulders and something batted uselessly against Legend’s chest as he kicked and kicked and kicked.

They surfaced with a gasp and he looked down at messy brown hair, at wide, half-coloured eyes—

A palm shoved against his face.

Legend sputtered and a fist knocked against his chin, his collar, his shoulder. “Wait, wait!” He almost dropped back beneath the surface. “Shit, kid! Stop it—!”

“Let go of me!” Toes caught on his scales and pushed.

“Fine! Hylia,” Legend snarled. “Have it your way,” He said, shoving the kid away.

The brown haired teen stayed above the water for a second, arms and legs flailing uselessly.

And then he dropped like a stone.

“Shit!” Legend scrambled down after him. He grabbed the back of the tunic that time, wrenching the teen back to the surface.

He was coughing, gagging on salt water.

Serves him right.

“What the hell, kid!”

“Geddoff me!”

“No!” Legend shook him like a misbehaving shark. “You can’t swim, you idiot!”

A hand missed his ear by inches. “Screw you! I’m not going back with you—”

Wait, Legend blinked. What?

“—pig faced, ugly ass, red loving shit stain of a—”

“First of all,” Legend cut him off, “rude. Look at me. I’m none of those things.”

The kid splashed water at his face.

Little shit.

Legend shook him again for good measure.  “Second of all, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Narrowed eyes stared at him, searched his face, caught on the point of his ears and the line of his jaw.

And then they looked down.

“You have a tail.”

Goddess, Legend rolled his eyes. “And you have legs. Let’s move on.”

“Why do you have a tail?”

“Because my mommy had one and my daddy had one and one day they decided to make babies—”

There was a splash behind them. Both turned and watched one of the lizards slipping through the waves like a serpent.

“Fuck,” Legend bared his teeth and watched the silver beast get closer. Its eyes flashed yellow in the lightening shadows as electricity sparked across the horn on its head. “Give me your sword.”

The teen muttered something.

“What?”

Brown eyes flashed. “I said ‘I dropped it’!”

“Dropped it? Where?”

“Where do you think, genius?”

Legend cursed.

The lizard was getting closer. Above them, the storm clouds were clearing.

“Don’t hit me again,” Legend told the teen, turning around and pulling him closer. “And hang on.”

Timid fingers brushed against his shoulder then gained more confidence as they brushed against the leather of his necklace and the scales along his collar. Arms locked around his neck and Legend could feel the pounding of the kid’s heart against his back.

“Deep breath,” he said and waited for the sharp sound of an inhale before dropping. Using the extra weight to spin around, Legend kick off towards the side of the cliff.

The shadow of the lizard passed overhead. Sharp, white claws were too slow and Legend’s tail slipped easily past its grasp.

His burst of speed put enough distance between them and the monster for a moment and Legend used his hands to feel for stone and kelp and sand.

Bubbles blew past his hair.

Hang on, kid, he thought, patting frantically against the sand. Hang on, hang on—

The grip around his neck loosened.

Legend’s fingers hit metal. He snatched the hilt of the silver blade, dug out the shield beside it, and tucked both against his chest as he shot towards the surface. 

There was a frantic, desperate gasp against his ear and the teen shuddered against his back, shaking and coughing wetly against his shoulder.

“You okay, kid?” Legend adjusted his grip on the sword and watched as a crocodile shaped head lifted out of the water.

The monster opened its mouth bearing its curved, pointed teeth.

Legend bared his right back.

Coughing continued against his back, but the hand against his chest curled and offered a weak thumbs up.

Good lad, Legend thought, pressing the shield against his chest with one hand and hoisting the sword with the other. “Take another deep breath for me, then.”

There was a grumble against his skin. It was probably something rude.

Despite himself, Legend smiled. The kid had fight in him. That was good.

Lungs expanded and he heard the rush of an inhale. Legend dropped back below the surface and pushed himself as fast as he could, rushing forward in a roar of bubbling water. The sword was held out in front of him like a spear as sand rose in his wake, launched up with the force of his kicking. The lizard creature scrambled out of his way with a screech and Legend laughed, spinning he took the boy on his back further and further into the open ocean.

#Linked Universe #LU Legend #LU Hyrule #Fabulist Tales

[spawnofdeath]

The Codfather's Backstory

The young Cod Prince of the Ocean Empire grew up a normal, quite curious and adventurous child, frequently getting into some trouble on his often both lengthy and daring trips.

One day he claimed to, on one such trip, have found a hidden cave full of ancient art and iconography he couldn't quite explain or describe. This of course led others to go looking, but noone else could find the cave, nor could the prince lead anyone back to it, so it was assumed the place had simply sprung up from the mind of an imaginative child, and the boy's insistence about the reality of the cave was dismissed. Perhaps he'd fallen asleep somewhere and dreamt it, if he was so sure he wasn't lying.

It was shortly after this that the young prince developed a strange aversion to salmon. When pressed, he could not, or would not elaborate beyond: "The cave says they're bad." But without any actual salmon folk living anywhere in or around the Ocean Kingdom at the time, only non sapient fish which were even allowed to be hunted as food, and the prince having never shown his disdain in violent ways, this, too, was dismissed.

When the prince grew older, and eventually did start killing or tormenting salmon for no reason, this of course worried his older sister, but she thought it could perhaps be managed, that with some help he could get over his hatred and stop his awful actions. She loved her little brother, and wanted to see him as a good person.

Then, one day, mere weeks before the Cod Prince's Coming of Age Ceremony, the unspeakable happened. A group of salmon folk travellers, who had come into a small town on the outskirts of the Kingdom some days prior, were found brutally slain, and when a small party of guards, who'd been alerted to the scene, followed a scent trail of their blood, it led them, at last, to the discovery of what had to be the cave the Cod Prince had described as a young boy. And clearly, somewhere within this cave had to be whatever beast had killed the travellers. The guards briefly considered that they might be insufficiently armed, but decided it would be enough to find and dispatch some crazed animal.

In the deepest part of the cave, they found no dangerous animal, which could have killed the travellers with such ferocity, nor even a group of bandits, who could have done the same, but just a single young merman. Although, they certainly thought at first glance that he was an animal, as he was changed, twisted, outright bestial to the point of being barely recognisable as the young Cod Prince.

In the confrontation that followed, the young prince killed one of the guards, and badly injured another, and the party decided to retreat. The prince seemed to have no mind to leave the cave, and they would need to get some reinforcements, and more weapons, in order to capture or, if necessary, kill him.

When word came to the Axolotl Heiress of the Ocean Empire about her darling baby brother's deeds, she insisted to be coming along back to the cave. Surely, this wasn't quite correct, was it? Surely, there was some terrible misunderstanding? Surely, whatever had happened to her dearest brother, a familiar face would be able talk him down, right?

She was wrong, of course, but all the same she certainly was right to come.

As soon as he noticed his older sister's presence, the young prince viciously attacked her, but as he did, she found herself possessed of a strength she'd never felt before, and a strong determination about what to do.

And as the guards watched, too stunned in shock to interfere, the Axolotl Queen subdued the Cod Prince with surprising ease.

After the battle, he was taken prisoner without a problem, and put on trial the very next day.

Being not yet of age, not to mention royalty, the prince was not sentenced to death, but, based on the severity of his crime, to exile. He was to be sent to live in an uninhabited coastal swamp region, far from the borders of the Ocean Kingdom, but close enough to the sea for him to not lose his connection and his memories, though letting him remember was a heavily disputed decision. Some members of the court argued that letting him forget would be more merciful, others argued it would be too merciful, and some of them argued it would actually be a necessity in order to eliminate any risk of him ever attempting to return.

But it was decided that the most fitting punishment would be for him to live the rest of his time far from his home, with all the memories of what he did, and what he lost through doing it. And so it was ruled. And half a week later he was shipped off, and the guards around the kingdom's borders were tripled.

Find The Twin Kings' Backstory here or through Recollections of the Past or read the story on AO3

#jimmy solidarity #ldshadowlady #empires smp #empires s1 #two sons of rivendell au #two sons of rivendell au writing #tsorau

[angelsandarsenic]

MASTERLIST OF FICS

Tadaa! Here's an easy way to find everything I've written and possibly will write! (Beautiful banners by CafeKitsune!)

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— Whump Stuff

Dream SMP/Origins/QSMP/MCYT/etc.

Series: Unseelie

--Your Name is Precious (And so are You)

Summary:

Ranboo had heard of the Fair Folk. He left his fallen food for them to take whenever he dropped something, he was careful to avoid potential fairy mounds and mushroom rings when he walked in the woods and he knew you should never ever give a faerie your name.

And now one was standing right in front of him, grinning a fanged (tusked?) smile, with it's hand held out, asking for just that.

--or--

In which Ranboo is a neglected child who stumbles across fae!Techno, inspired by the tumblr post (and anon ask) by anarchy-and-piglins. Family will be found, names will be revealed, and maybe (definitely) some angst in between.

Satus: Completed Words: 24,555

--Stay for a Drink

Summary:

The Quackbur/tnt duo coffee shop au with a twist 

--or--

Quackity meets a very handsome barista at his favorite coffee shop who speaks a little weird, but he's nicer than Quackity's boyfriend, who pisses Quackity off enough all the time, that he unknowingly avoids all of Faerie!Wilbur's attempts to steal his name.

Status: Completed Words: 38,270

--The Monarch Project

Summary:

Ranboo is half faerie. Somehow stranger, he’s been adopted by a wonderful, loving family after being neglected his whole life. They think they’re starting to get used to it, (and the fact that they live in the faerie world now), but they’ve never had people who care about them before, much less a brother who was willing to die to save him. Of course, things can’t be that easy. The Sootcraft family has a history; now shadows of the past have started cropping up and they don't intend to leave Ranboo out of it.

Status: Abandoned Words: 34,537

—Tales from the Land of the Faeyeryes

A collection of oneshots of Ranboo, Technoblade, Wilbur and Quackity and maybe even Dream and others in the Unseelie universe

Status: (abandoned) Words: 10,065

--(Also related--the official lore book for the au also on Ao3)

Series: Saltwater in Our Veins and Sand in Our Bones

Description: a pirate au! With magic, swashbuckling and characters of every imaginable disposition, but this time featuring Ranboo and Tubbo! However, there is more than meets the eye with the suspicious young captain.

--What Lurks in the Depths

Summary:

Four months ago, Ranboo woke up on a deserted island with torn, bloody clothes, a bejeweled sword in his hand and absolutely no memory of how he got there. Completely unintentionally, he finds himself as the captain of a pirate ship with the king of the biggest continent on the Essempi Seas in his brig and the Royal Navy hot on his tail to get them back. Meanwhile, the king has proposed a deal. Now, Ranboo, along with captains Tubbo and Technoblade and their combined crews hunt for the totem god before the Navy can get them first. If they succeed, vast riches await. If not...well, let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Status: In Progress Words: 14,379

--Eyes on the Shoreline

Summary: Pirate Technoblade never dies (but that's not to say he hasn't come close) ---- A Technoblade prequel to What Lurks in the Depths about the Blood God's past, including some surprise old shipmates

Status: Complete Words: 5,608

--Tesoro Dorado

Summary:

Set before What Lurks in the Depths, Foolish was just a totem trying to live his life. He didn't mess with humans, the merman had already learned his lesson about that. As far as he was concerned, they could all rot at the bottom of the sea. That was, until he met Vegetta.

Status: In Progress Words: 18,250 Pirate AU! Part of the Saltwater in our Veins, Sand in our Bones series, but can be read as a standalone

--As the Fates Decreed --oneshot

Summary:

Sol 17 was the day I died... ------ The three fates of Emperor XD's pantheon have officially declared Tommy a dead man. On the one hand, he'll finally be with his brother again. On the the other… Tommy isn't ready to die yet. The vigilante has given up on any chance of being saved, but Tubbo has always been willing to take a long shot chance if it's to save his best friend and the Antarctic Empire might have exactly what they need.

Status: Completed Words: 13,915 Space au!

--APEX --two shot

Summary:

Has it been days? The blackness darkening the windows up above does a really good job, so there seems to be no discernible change in lighting at all. Ranboo isn’t allowed to have his wrist watch (or his shoes or hair tie or sunglasses). Their captors have no discernible schedule, the boss comes and goes sporadically, here for the longest amounts of time whenever he's actually performing a "surgery". Maybe these hours are just dragging on and it hasn't been the week Ranboo feels like it has. Maybe he still has a chance that someone will find him.

What was the statistic? After the first 24 hours-

Nope.

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In a time when the black market is flourishing, Ranboo, an enderian college student finally falls victim to the Hunters of non-human species. Tommy and Tubbo won't let their friend go, they're determined to get him back, but will they make it in time to save him?

Based off of the minecraft surgery mod, but make it real life (ish)

Status: Abandoned Words: 15,705

--Say "I Do" --oneshot

Summary:

A Fooligetta wedding oneshot where absolutely nothing goes wrong

Status: Completed Words: 4,697

--Fair Game --oneshot

Summary:

Villains try to take revenge on Superhero!Foolish by attacking his family

Status: Completed Words: 6,984

--Skeletons in the Closet (And Gay People, Of Course) --oneshot

Summary:

Foolish knew that falling for a one night stand was dangerous, but if Vegetta liked him back, then really, what's the harm?

Status: Completed Words: 6,776

--Don't Worry, It's Just Marinara Sauce (ordem paranormal:quarantina)--oneshot

Summary:

The one where we realize Dr Benito is a quack doctor and he wishes he had gone to medical school 

Status: Completed Words: 2,128

To Hell and Back --Oneshot

Summary:

The Deathduo Corpse Bride AU!

Status: Completed Words: 17,933

Something About Pretty Pale Skin, Dark Hair and Lips Turning Blue at the Edges --oneshot

Status: draft

The Eyes of Ghosts --oneshot

Summary: The Count of Monte Cristo Deathduo AU!

Status: draft

--Starry Skies, Starry Eyed

Summary:

BadBoy Halo is an awful prince and a worse potential fiance. The mysterious warrior he meets on midnight excursions doesn't seem to mind.

Status: Draft

--Go Tell the Bees

Summary:

The adventures of spiderman-esque superhero!Tubbo, because there aren't enough Tubbo centric superhero AUs and I took that personally. ------ Being L'manberg's only official (and capable) superhero is hard, but even with three of the most powerful supervillains targeting his city, he's managed. Then, in the span of only three days his world turns upside down when new players enter the field, both in his civilian life and alter-ego. Now, he may have to choose between protecting his friends, his family and his city, and he can't do everything alone anymore.

Status: In Progress Words: 32,859

--Diamonds, Emeralds and Other Useless Crap

Summary:

Quackity and Wilbur have been at each other's throats as long as they can remember, both in civilian life and the criminal underworld. With one being a seemingly infallible master thief and the other as the biggest, apparently heartless, mafia boss history has seen, one new client decides it's a fantastic idea to make them work together on the biggest operation of either of their lives. Neither consider that they could be getting in over their heads, but this job has far more in store for them than they anticipated.

Status: Abandoned Words: 31,018 Pairing: TNT duo

--My Father Wasn't Around

Summary:

Fundy was a mistake. His father was never meant to be a father, he didn't know how to be and he didn't try. Sometimes Fundy thinks it's a miracle that he’s still around to see that Wilbur's adopted a new child. As if Fundy wasn't enough. As if he never mattered. Doesn't he deserve love too? --------- Fundy comes home and meets Tallulah. Understandably, he's a little upset. But...maybe having a little sister wouldn't be so bad.

Status: In Progress Words: 24,093

—It’s Not Love, I Swear (It Might be Closer to Despair)

Summary:

After Charlie found out about Mariana’s cheating, his husband swears he regrets it and would do anything to fix his mistakes. The only reason Charlie is giving him another chance is for their daughter, but Mariana doesn’t disappoint. It’s like falling in love all over again

Status: In Progress Words: 8,289

--Maybe This Dream Isn't so Bad -- sleeping beauty!Techno au oneshot that got turned into three parts

Summary:

Inspired by the comic by behrjbehr on tiktok and instagram, orphans Wilbur and his terminally ill brother Tommy stumble upon a mysterious deserted castle, clearly centuries old, yet seemingly frozen in time. Inside they find a prince, cursed to sleep for a thousand years, an immortal dragon and much more.

Status: Abandoned Words: 11,240

--Unforgivable

Summary: A Maleficent au featuring Chayanne and Tallulah! Formerly Emeraldduo, but recently required some changes :/

Status: In Progress Words: 3,650

--Kindergarten is Ruthless --Blood God centric based on this prompt: post

Summary:

The chronicles of the blood god and his devoted followers...a class of kindergartners. -------- In which a long forgotten god is awoken by children, Philza is a tired kindergarten teacher and Dream is very suspicious of the new teacher's assistant and nothing bad ever happens

Status: In Progress Words: 3,244

--Ghosts in my Closet

Summary:

When Tubbo moved into a new house a year ago, strange things started happening. He brushes it off. He doesn't believe in ghosts. Even his best friend, the son of an actual medium, doesn't believe in ghosts. But...maybe there actually is something inside his house. Whatever it is, it's not playing games anymore. It's malevolent and Tubbo isn't the only one it's affecting. With Phil and Tommy's help, he plans to get rid of the spirit and be done with it, however not everything is so black and white.

Status: In Progress Words: 15,578

--Secret Identity

Summary:

There were whispers that The Wolf of Quesadilla Island wasn't human; that he was an actual beast, disguised as a man, or that he was an ancient deity come to wreak havoc on a sinful world. Small groups across the country advocated for him--even idolized him, while most others lived in fear of the villain prowling their streets. Whatever he was, he didn't so much as flinch as flames licked his heels, dragging the senator by his collar. A black suited security guard lay motionless at the entrance, and it suddenly occurred to Foolish that he should call the fire department, or the police. Instead, he stood, frozen, gaping in horror as the supervillain lifted a full grown man with one arm and threw him to the sidewalk, not four yards from where Foolish stood. -------- In which Foolish doesn't realize that the local supervillain is his boyfriend and Vegetta keeps failing successfully to flirt with him

Status: In Progress Words: 22,449

—Scream

Summary:

The Minecraft Youtube Scream AU! Featuring Dream SMP, Origins SMP and QSMP!

Status: Abandoned Words: 4,909

—Dream Smp Top Gun AU

not a written fanfic but I really liked this au and there’s a short story with it

--The Universe Conspired to Help Me Find You

Tnt Duo Cupid AU! (link to og post)

Summary:

Quackity is a Cupid tasked with ending toxic relationships. Wilbur is a…frequent flier. At this point he’s really starting to become a problem, and once more Quackity descends to the mortal realm to work. However, this time, Wilbur acknowledges him.

Status: Abandoned Words: 5,924

Overwatch

—A Lifeweaver battle whump oneshot

Status: completed Words: 2,308

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This on is going to get way too full so HERES A LINK TO THE NEXT FICS MASTERLIST POST (other fandoms)

#angel writes #dream smp fanfic #minecraft youtube #technoblade fanfic #tommyinnit fanfic #philza minecraft #tubbo fanfic #sleepy bois inc #ranboo fanfic #faerie au #spiderman au #pirate au #thief au #quackity #tnt duo fanfic #origins smp fanfic #qsmp fanfic #qsmp #qsmp tallulah #slimecicle #el mariana #fundy #Whump prompts #foolish gamers #Overwatch #ow2 #death duo #pissa #qsmp chayanne #sleeping beauty au

[pharawee]

@singto-prachaya kindly let me know that Harikarn has decided to announce the cast for The Hell Guards one week early, which... okay, that certainly is a mood. Maybe they're just really excited to start production.

As predicted, the Hell Guards has a huge cast because it's part of the Chains of Heart universe (which is actually the Art Adore En universe because afaik it all started with Hin and Payu but since Harikarn aren't the ones producing that - if it's even still happening - I'll just call it CoH universe from now on to differentiate it from Art Adore En and Love Puzzle. Confusing, I know, but bear with me 🙏).

You can find all of the cast listed on Harikarn's ig - some of them don't even have a role yet, so let's concentrate on the main players:

Chaaim Alongkorn will be reprising his role from Chains of Heart, but this time he'll also play Payu's identical twin Yu (Waranyu). It's kind of unfortunate that Art Adore En and Love Puzzle aren't out yet because the very existence of The Hell Guards will spoil one of their plot twists. Mind you, not a terribly important one, but still.

Anyway, Yu is one of two main characters. He's been in a coma since his teens due to a brain tumour and, in exchange for a healthy life, made a pact with the god of death to hunt down escaped souls and guide them back to the underworld.

Few Vayu will be playing Palang, the other main character. Palang is a medium who Yu meets at university. Palang mistakes Yu for an evil spirit because to him he smells like death. They eventually team up to fight evil spirits together.

Seng Suphaksin as Bun. Seng played one of the mafia twins in Don't Say No. He'll also be in Boy Never Smiles and Lover Merman. As for Bun - there's a character named Boon/Bhoun (he was Payu's detective friend in Chains of Heart) and this is set years before Chains of Heart, so it could be him.

Chai Sinsophak as Bhu. Chai played one of the mafia twins in Don't Say No. He'll also be in Boy Never Smiles and Lover Merman. Seems like they're a package deal. Yay for twins! As for Bhu (Bu? Boo?), I'm drawing a blank. I guess Bun has a (younger?) sibling? It would make sense since Yu and Palang are university juniors to Payu's and even Hin's friends.

Gun (edit: sry I mixed up names here) Napat who I love very much despite his tendency to overact into one singular direction will apparently be playing a character named Bible. I have no idea who that is but he's probably evil lmao

This is a huge surprise! Fiat Patchata will be playing Hin - Payu's boyfriend who was played by Marc Pahun/Natarit in Chains of Heart. Now, I love Marc with all of my heart (as you might know lmao) and I thought he did such a good job with Hin but Fiat is actually much, much closer to Hin as he's described in the novel. I am so excited for this version of Hin - even if we're probably not seeing that much of him.

Now Wachiravit as Tos, and I have no idea who that is, either.

Top Piyawat as Mac, and the name rings a vague bell (like, maybe the name was dropped in the Art Adore En novel but because it's such a huge universe and I've read only two novels this could be a very important character in one of the 2354623 other novels lmao).

Haii Sarunsathorn my beloved - which means he should be playing Ken, but strangely enough he's been announced as Tree Wissanut Ekphakpoom. That's most definitely not Ken's name (which is Ken Thitidon Jungua). So either Ken ALSO has a twin (and who knows, apparently his estranged celebrity mother abandoned him) or Harikarn doesn't really care about screen continuity. Or maybe he's an evil spirit too.

Jimmy Natthaphong as Guy, who along with Nott (remember, the random guy who could tell the future in Chains of Heart) has his own novel.

Tiger Tanawat as Nott. Tiger was in Even Sun and Past-senger and will be in Live in Love and Boxer in Heart. As mentioned above, Nott can tell the future. He and Guy could be a side couple. They have their own supernatural novel.

Plustor Pronpiphat (my beloved) as Mangpong, who is also a main character in a separate novel. He is the same age as Payu and Ken. He can fight very well and he's from the south.

Ohm Pasawit as Safe. Safe is the same age as Hin and Pleng. He's Mangpong's boyfriend. They could also be a side couple here.

Joseph Pharmtharm as Than - who doesn't even have a given name, and tbh I have no idea who he is.

There's seven more actors who have been announced without a designated character so could be one of them will be Pleng or Phrai (Yuji and Pong are missing too) or even Ken and Din (if they decide to recast). I guess we'll see. It's not as if the cast isn't big enough already.

I'm so excited for this though. If you follow this blog even a little bit you know how excited I am for this whole universe. And it's Chaaim as Yu (and Payu again)! I couldn't be happier tbh 😭🙏

#the hell guards #the hell guards the series #chains of heart #chains of heart the series #art adore en #(in a way) #jane watches stuff #i can't believe i went though every actor #then translated the text #then compared it to my art edore en notes #this universe needs excel sheets

[asinfullangel]

31 …Trouble

“...But I must add a twist to my work. So let's be some famish or lust.”

“Maybe I went a little too far with this… I got 2 demons fighting over who gets to eat Conner and Nick is becoming a bloated goat full of sweets for a sea witch hunk to eat. Who the hell gave me these ideas- oh right, I did. Maybe I can just scrap something together to end this story in a happy way. Let’s me just-” one finger snap that causes the two to fall asleep against their Will. Afterwards a quick tug away from their situation/preds just so they could be pulled out and back into their correct reality, landing inside their cave gentilly. The two still fast asleep in little nightmares created with where they were just moments ago as the basic concept. Nick dreams that he is still being stuffed with sweets. Conner dreams that he has been placed in a cage to watch these two settle who get him with a competition.

(Let’s start with Nick’s dream first). Within he is enjoying the tasty sweets while the fear of being eaten is hamming into his spine. No clear way to escape a sea witch who had him chained down. Maybe being eaten wouldn’t be so bad since it was bound to happen to him eventually (and yet I made sure he can respawn & saved myself the troubles of dragging his soul back to the right world). He did kinda hope it would have been Wolfe that kept him for good, but a handsome sea witch was still good enough, right? “Why look so scared little goat? With a unique taste like yours I am sure to bring you back to enjoy it all over again.” Oh how lovely, he’s going to get eaten then brought back to life to be eaten again by the same pred. (My Nicky is a sweet snack, not some sort of potato chip that came with multiple in a bag)! “Consider this as a little vacation with the added bounce of reminding me of how sweet you are as you slide down my throat whenever I want. Maybe when you respawn afterward you can help me around the shop, I know my assistance will enjoy seeing you around.” Now that got Nick struggling to get the hell out.

He was given a moment to himself when a new customer not under Levi’s enchantment walked in, Levi leaving to go greet the guest and add him with the rest of the men in the back. (A little editing to his chains). Nick struggled harder then the chain broke and strangely smelled like chocolate. He got up, ate the chains then snuck out of the shop using the backdoor… Though he didn’t plan on seeing Levi so soon and beached in his true form. There he saw was a merman bigger than the biggest whale known to the sea. Levi with his line of hypnotized men zombie walking straight into his mouth straight to his stomach. Nick passed out because of fear and will blame fear for getting into what will happen next…

Nick wakes up to something rubbing his head the wrong way. Blinking his eyes to see the bulge of a man’s face moving beside him, frightened him onto his hooves though the ground was rumbling around. Came the muffled voices that brought his eyes downward to see the whole floor full of bulging faces. “Waken just in time for me. I was feeling peckish for my dessert.” And here comes the part he will be blaming his fear for later. Nick picked off the ground/giant tummy over Levi’s gaping maw. Nick's only last word was “baa” then came the drop into the dark cavern… one soft gulp to send him down the throat (he did enjoy the humpy ride down though)… then sealed inside Levi’s stomach along with the other men.

(Ok, Conner turn). The wolf was placed in a circus cage off to the side as these two demons prepared themselves for another eating competition. The demons in the other room came out to offer up the men they collected to Valentino & Lubric, the numbers of tasty fellas growing rapidly. Quite a few demons & imps came to watch them try to out eat the other (so did the employee running the stall outside and took a seat right on the cage).

The competition began with the sound of a howl (hint: someone picks the wolf to get Conner howling) then off these two go. Valentino took the relaxing in style approach with a few hunks fanning, feeding his sweet fruits & pair of hands assisting in fitting the skinny & chubby men down the shaft first. What a stress free way in competing while Lubric just needed some condiments and free refills. He ate up 2 to 3 hunky & chunky fellas at a time along with a few additives flavors. The crowd were cheering on the two with delight. Connor’s busy trying to get out till he… was given a key by the stall employee sitting above. “Go ahead and take it. I’m curious to see two filled demons try to run after their dessert.”

Conner took the opportunity to let himself out and took off running till he could see the sky again. He was free from danger and most of the real demons were busy watching an eating competition to notice the prize missing… then came a bang to the head, Conner blinking to see iron bars in his view again then looking around to see the cage all around him. “Sorry, but I couldn’t really give you real freedom. I would be kicked out if I actually let ya free, haha. At least you came back to your senses just in time.” Pointing out to the boys that they are about out of men to eat. Lubric was looking pretty big compared to Valentino who may be enjoying the pleasure more than focusing on winning. That was enough of a difference for Lubric to get the win…

Conner was presented like a hog roast on a silver platter to Lubric as requested (even put an apple into his mouth). This wolf was not happy about being a prey to someone, but his fairness was sealed. Lubric used his tentacles to put up Conner, unhinged his maw a bit and slid the beast right into till he was halfway inside. A few gulps were taken to move him along the point of no return then lock away past his lips. Conner was barely savored for his taste, but too late to change that…

Then came the sweet chirping of a bird awakened by the morning sun, Conner & Nick woke up in each other arms with surprise written on them. Then came the water works to be relieved they are still alive and back together. They concluded that maybe at some point in the night they returned home and fell asleep with some bad nightmares. So nothing to worry about for the two and another Halloween where maybe they should consider just staying in next time it comes around.

(Of course like the one before, the sea witch oc belongs to Mrbolo and the two demon OCs belong to Gigifabulous)

(So it be late, I’m just happy attempt 2 sounds better)

#male vore #male vore prompts #vore prompts #voretober #by me

[marrondrawsalot]

Magical Girl au: I have a new villain recruiter that will bring angst to a certain character and I will drop hints about this new mf

Name: ^{=[*}^{!|?]+]

Age: ?????? Seems like an adult

Appearance: hard to see through the opaque scuba helmet glass (it’s very old theme like picture the bad guy on land in the SpongeBob movie where he and Patrick had to get the crown. That guy old scuba gear.)

Identity: ?????

Height: 6’3ish

No one knows who the hell he is. Other he can breathe under water and have been wearing the old scuba gear for god knows how long. The helmet is forced shut from some vines that been cursed to prevent anyone to pry it open. Not even the flames of the god of death can wither them away. So they just keep him around. Some can smell he was corrupted by a dark shard, and he sounds like in pain. But they can hear eerie cries and groans of pain, like he is trying to mutter someone voice but it’s muffled by the heavy density of the suit. He can’t remove it, like it’s a cage to his body. He has been seen at times holding something very strongly close but only a few can tell it was a necklace. The chains were rusty, seems like it fell into the water and rust away.

Hook found him floating in the water and this man has been serving Hook without any acknowledgement to what he is doing. The crew have to guide the poor man around. Who seems lost and confused.

If the maidens ever chat to the garden of paradise playground and chat with the mermaids and merman living there about this man, they all grow quiet and swim away. Which is suspicious. And sounds like they are hiding a secret from them.

There was a previous guardian of the Youth. But she vanished, along side her partner. And the next in charge was Panny then Peter Pan. Though, no one ever dares mentions the previous guardians, and no one will explain why.

I will also do a grand reveal on the mystery fellow and his actual identity and suit

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #marron ocs #twst oc #twst magical girl au

[m-jelly]

Drowning heart - mating

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Merman Levi, human female reader, mating, creampie, smut, water sex, dirty talk.

Concept: Ao3 snippet. This is the last merman Levi sex scene I did on my mer fiction. The other time both of you were human. You and Levi have sex in your new moon pool that has a nice ramp to help support you. Levi ravages you and shows you all his love. Not much I can say, it's just straight up screwing and cuteness at the end.

It has been slightly edited.

18+ material. Minors do not interact.

Levi woke up in bed and looked around to find your comforting warmth missing. He slipped out of bed, then stumbled about in the bedroom. He called your name, then opened the door to see little fake candles on the floor. He followed them slowly and down the stairs. He stopped and followed them to a door slightly open. He smiled a little knowing this was the moonpool room. He pushed open the door and hummed in delight. He saw lights going around the pool, along with a little floating thing with drinks on. He looked around but couldn’t see you anywhere. He sang your name and looked around more, but you were still missing.

You walked into the moonpool room with a bunch of roses. You looked up and let out a little scream and hugged your flowers to your chest. You sighed and shook your head. “Levi, you nightmare. Don’t go sneaking around in the dark, okay?”

He looked you over in your robe and hummed in happiness. “You look delicious. What’s the occasion?”

You blushed. “Nothing…” You blushed hard and shoved the flowers into his arms. “Just…take these!”

Levi looked down at the flowers and smiled. “For me?”

You nodded. “Yeah. You were supposed to come here later when I had it all perfect.”

Levi smiled at the flowers, then leaned over and kissed you. “Thank you. These are better than the ones I got you.”

You gasped and shook your head. “No! No, I love the ones you got me because they keep living in the bowl. These ones will wither and die eventually. I wish I could get you living flowers.”

Levi put the flowers down, then cupped your face and kissed you over and over. “You’re so sweet to me.”

You blushed. “I umm…I’m not. I could do better.”

He kissed along your jawline to your neck. He twisted the ties on your robe around his hand, then pulled slowly. “What else did you have planned.”

You gulped and hummed. “Well, I was going to be in the pool waiting for you and I was going to have the flowers ready and everything.”

Levi pushed his hands onto your shoulders, then slipped your robe off causing it to hit the floor. “So beautiful.”

You stepped back and smiled at him. “So, you know what’s fun about this moonpool?”

He shook his head. “No.”

You walked backwards and down two steps. “There’s a ramp, so…”

Levi growled and tackled you off the ramp and into the water. He pulled you both up and smiled. “It means that I can use it to mate with you.”

You giggled. “Exactly.”

“So, why all this now?”

You blushed and lightly touched his ear fin. “Because it’s that time, right?”

Levi blushed and nodded. “Mating…oh but last time you could barely move.”

You pulled him against you. “But you’ve been training me.”

He hummed a laugh. “I guess I have.” He pushed you to the ramp and hummed. “I’m hungry.”

You leaned your arms on the ramp and kicked your legs in the water as you giggled. “Well, it’s a good job I’m naked, huh?”

Levi kissed down your body slowly. “Your body is perfection.”

He dipped under the water, then put your legs over his shoulders. He gave you a long lick making you shiver in delight. Levi smiled at your reaction, then pulled you so he had full access to your pussy. He moved his mouth closer to your clit, then licked and sucked like he was kissing you and dominating you in his passionate ways. You squeezed his head hard between your thighs as you panted and cried out in pleasure. His addictive taste was infecting your heat making your body go wild. You felt such fire in your body, such a strong desire for more. You rocked your hips to his movements.

You slipped on the ramp, then slammed your back and head against it. You pushed yourself up out the water and cried out in bliss, you needed to get a hold of yourself, because falling into the water again could cause you to drown. He started teasing you a little, bringing you close to the edge of pleasure and then stopping. You wiggled and whined at him. You dug your fingers into his hair and pulled. You felt your whole body was like jelly. Your whole body was wiggling and writhing in ecstasy. You panted and gasped for air, but it was like you weren’t getting enough. Your legs shook as he circled your clit as he teased you. You needed him to let you have your bliss, you were desperate for it, and he was currently being mean.

You tried to shift on his shoulders, but he wouldn’t let you. You pulled and whined at him as you were just on the edge. Levi stopped teasing and gave you what you wanted. He traced the patterns you needed. You threw your head back with your eyes closed and cried out in pleasure. Hot water rushed through as you shook. You hummed and sighed as Levi pushed his tongue into your pussy and took everything you had to offer. He kissed up your body as it throbbed with pleasure. He pushed his head to the surface and kissed you with a happy hum.

You pouted when he started kissing your neck. “You teased me.”

He smirked against your skin. “I did, but didn’t it make your orgasm better?”

You blushed. “Yes.”

He smiled and kissed you. “Good girl.”

You lifted yourself up onto the ramp and hummed. “I’m guessing you have ideas for me running through your handsome head, huh?”

Levi growled and crawled up the ramp. “You little devil. You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

You lay back and put your head on the step, then smiled when Levi crawled over you. “I’m not doing anything. So, are you able to in this position? Is there enough water?”

He nodded and kissed you. “You’d be surprised how strong my tail is. Are you going to be okay?”

You reached out of the water. “I’m alright.” The water was up to your shoulders and the ran wasn’t gradual but went deep fast. So, your hips were deep in the water. “I think my boobs are out of control though, they’re floating.”

Levi held your waist and admired them. “They’re perfect.” He leaned up and kissed you. He moaned your name. “I need you. I need to feel you around me.”

You pushed your hand into the water, then ran your hand up and down his cock. “Then come here.” You shifted your legs for him. “I need to feel you just as much as you need to feel me.”

Levi pushed into your pussy a little, so it was just the head. He shivered and moaned. “Fuck, you always feel so good and hot.”

You put a leg around Levi, but it slipped on his scales. “Don’t tease me.”

Levi pressed in slowly and watched you lean your head back and smile with your eyes closed. He kissed your chest and neck with pure love in his heart. He nipped your skin, then sucked as his cock felt all of you. He tapped his forehead against yours, then rocked his dick slowly in and out. He moved his arm to the step and put one hand under your head to support it, then another under your bum to protect it. He smiled at how you were putty in his hands already. Just feeling him slide in and out of your pussy set your body on fire. He felt so thick and hard, that he was so in love with you and attracted to you that he couldn’t possibly get any harder.

You rocked your hips with him with the support of him holding your bum. You wrapped your arms around him and smiled at him. You kissed him over and over as you felt warmth spread in your pussy, like it was swirling around desperate to burst, but it was waiting just for that one thrust to send you over the edge. You slowly pushed one hand down his spine making him shiver in delight. You reached up and massaged his fin ear making him moan into the kiss. You smiled at knowing his weakness. You clenched up around him as he thrust hard in response to your loving touches. This man was so easy to please, it was adorable. You wanted to hold onto him for life.

He pulled from your lips and looked down at you. He smiled at you, then lightly kissed your lips. He saw you had tears running down your cheeks. He moved his hand from your bum and wiped the tears as he said your name. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head and smiled. “I just…I’m so lucky to have you. I love you so much.”

He smiled at you. “I love you too. My sweet good girl brat.”

He rocked hard and fast into you as he was fuelled by your words. He adored how sweet you were, how delicate you were, how loving you were. He gripped the stairs as his nails grew sharp. His head was full of obsessive and protective words for you. You were his and only his. He wasn’t going to let you go to anyone. You clung to Levi tightly as his possessive side took over. You squeezed your toes and wiggled in his arms. You dug your nails into his skin as your heart hammered in your chest and threatened to burst. You could barely move in his strong grip, so you just wanted and moaned against his ear only driving him more wild.

You moaned. “Levi. You feel so good.” You gasped as he bucked hard into you. “Fuck, Levi.” You cried out as his scales rubbed hard against your clit and his cock rutted into you. The way Levi was moving, it was like he wanted your body to remember his dick. “Mine.”

Levi growled and bit your neck hard. “Mine.” He moved harder and faster. “All mine.” He panted then looked down at you as you clenched around him. “You’re mine, right?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“All mine?”

You cried out. “Yes!”

He gripped your neck and purred at you. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl for waiting. Shall I let the good girl cum?”

You whimpered at him as he stopped moving. “Please. Levi please.”

He smiled at you. “Good girl.”

He kissed you roughly and rocked hard and fast as he made sure his scales rubbed against your clit. You clenched up around him and almost thrashed against him. Your coil tightened more than it’s ever done before, then snapped. Your pleasure shot through you making you pant and gasp for air. You could barely breathe as pleasure reached every nerve ending in your body. You closed your eyes tightly as your hearing went and all you felt was just warmth spreading from your pussy. You gripped Levi’s back tightly and pulled from the kiss and almost cried as you tried to get some air into your lungs, as well as find a way to stop your body from shaking as much as it was.

You gripped Levi’s hips and pushed. “S-Stop.”

Levi snapped out of his possessive love making mode and relaxed. “Are you okay?”

You panted and gasped for air. “I ne-need…a…moment.”

Levi pulled back and watched as your body twitched and buck in ecstasy. He slipped into the water and held the edge of the ramp and gazed at you. “I’m sorry, I went too hard.”

You shook your head. “N-No.” You giggled. “I thought you t-trained me well.” You hummed and rolled to face him. “I need more training.”

Levi hummed. “But…”

You reached out for him. “That was incredible, but I want more, and I know for sure you haven’t cum yet.”

He pulled you into the water and kissed you over and over. “I haven’t, but that’s okay. You are priority.”

You shifted your legs, then pushed him into your heat a little. “Please. I want more.”

Levi held your bum in his hands, then pulled you fully onto his cock making you both gasp. He wanted to make sure you were safe, but he couldn’t deny that his dick was throbbing for you. You both sighed and smiled at being connected once more. He massaged your bum and thighs as he held you close against him, then he rocked his hips slowly. He whipped his tail making him thrust perfectly and softly against you. He was delicate and sweet with you, now he’d calmed down with his burning desire to claim you. He let his natural mer instincts kick in too much on the ramp. It was time for him to be more loving instead of rough mer mating.

You let out a blissful sigh as you moved your body with Levi’s. You cupped his face in one hand, then kissed him sweetly as his cock moved so perfectly against the right spot within you. You nipped his lip, then deepened the kiss allowing his addictive taste to fill your mouth. You hummed in happiness and squeezed around him. You loved this feeling, him kissing you with attentive love, his dick moving so gently within you, his hands touching you so lovingly. You loved this man with all your heart and soul. You couldn’t imagine being with any other person in your life. He moved his tail so perfectly in the water, that you were just cared for beyond anyone had ever cared for you before.

Levi swam towards the ramp and pressed you against the wall of it. He pushed his hands up your waist slowly. You shivered in delight as his hands snaked up to your breast. He cupped your left one, then ran his thumb over the plump things. You shivered and hummed in delight as his tongue moved with yours. You were just melting in his arms like you could just live there lying against him as he filled you up over and over again. You ran your fingers down his spine to the top of his tail and where the top of his bum would be. You massaged your fingers there and traced patterns on his scales making Levi moan so sweetly.

He massaged your chest as you rolled your hips against his. You pulled from his lips and panted as he kissed and nipped your neck. You tangled your fingers in his hair and held him against you. You pulled his head back for a moment, then tapped your forehead against his. You smiled as he kept moving and smiled back at you. You rolled your hips against him causing every movement to be blissful. You were pushed closer and closer to your end. You gripped Levi’s shoulders as you felt the pressure build up. You gasped, then cried out as you felt the rush go through every inch of you. You panted and flopped against Levi in pure pleasure.

Levi held your and massaged his fingers in your hair. He called your name and kissed your cheek. “Are you okay?”

You smiled and hummed in happiness. “I’m perfect. Are you close?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I think one last position and I’ll lose control.”

“Then I know just the position.” You pulled from him and moaned, then you rolled your body and used the ramp to move until it was lower. You leaned your front on it, so your hips were hanging off. “How is this?”

Levi kissed your back and hummed in happiness. “No.”

You turned around to face him. “Okay, then what do you want?”

“To see your face. I like your face.”

You smiled at him and blushed. “Well, I like yours a lot too.” You patted the ramp. “Sit.”

Levi pulled himself onto the ramp and sighed. “I’m ready.”

You climbed onto the ramp with shaking legs, then cupped Levi’s face. “I love you.”

He smiled back at you. “I love you too. I love you so much.” He blushed. “Sorry I’m saying this in my state.”

You glanced down and hummed. “You’re twitching so much. Do you desire me that desperately?”

He nodded as he blushed. “Y-Yes.”

You lowered yourself down onto him and sighed. You squeezed him a few times, then smiled at him. “Right where it belongs.”

Levi blushed harder. “B-Brat.”

You smiled and cupped his face. “You talked dirty to me, so now it’s my turn.” You rolled your hips as you moved up and down a little. “We’re both switches.” You gripped his neck and squeezed causing him to gasp. “So, I know you’ll like me to be in control a little.”

Levi grunted and moaned. “Y-Yes.”

You panted and moved a little faster. “You want me to use you?”

He nodded and marvelled at you. “Yes.”

You grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled back making him wince. “Too hard?”

He panted and smiled at you. “No, I liked it. More.”

You bit your lip, then shoved Levi onto his back so the water was around his head, but his face wasn’t fully under. His eyes were not under, and the water was at the corner of his eyes. You gripped his shoulder and moved hard and fast against him. You knew you weren’t moving at the force he could, but Levi was on cloud nine at having you like this. He loved seeing you in control and chasing your own pleasure, but he also loved giving you pleasure. Either way, both of you were happy. You were in bliss because Levi was as deep as he could be in your pussy and he fitted you so well, plus the admiring look of pure love in his eyes for you made you feel beautiful and sexy.

Levi held your thighs, then moved you fast as he lifted his dick up into you by using his strength and moving his tail. You sat up and arched your back, then closed your eyes as you focused on the feeling of Levi in you. You couldn’t believe how good he always felt as he moved in and out of you. You placed your hands on Levi’s, then squeezed tightly. You moved faster on him as you focused on the throbbing pleasure and the coil tightening within you. You bit your lip, then looked down at your precious and handsome lover. You smiled at him and hummed in delight as you moved his fingers on you, so he’d massaged you.

You moved your hands and pressed them against his abs. You moved as hard and fast as you could, then slowed down and rolled your hips to tease him. You smiled when Levi growled at you because you were delaying his and your release on purpose. You wanted this to last because you just loved feeling him inside your pussy. You knew you and him had a few days of this because Levi’s thirst for your body was in overdrive currently because it was the mating days for his kind. You didn’t mind, not one bit, but you knew you were going to sleep for a very long time afterwards and Levi was going to be just fine because he was some foreign beast in bed.

Levi sat bolt upright, then kissed you roughly. He panted and looked at you in a way that made your heart flutter. “I love you.”

You welled up and smiled. “I love you too.”

You felt like you were the only thing in his eyes and in his world right now and always. It felt like you couldn’t breathe at first being looked at this way, but then you felt like you were breathing fresh air. You knew it was because at first, you didn’t think you could do this, but then you knew you could spend all your life with this wonderful man. You kissed him over and over as you rocked your body against his. You clung to him like he was going to vanish any second. You knew you’d be lifeless and hopeless without this man in your life. The way he touched you, kissed you, held you spoke to you, looked at you and loved you. He was your world, and you knew very well that you were his because of how he looked at you and all the things he’d do for you.

Levi wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He hummed and moved as much as he could with you, but he wasn’t going to last much longer. You were shaking as you felt your coil tighten too much for your body to contain. You rolled your hips as you kissed Levi with passion and love. You shivered in delight, then hummed a loud moan as Levi slammed you up and down on him. He plunged deep into you causing your coil to snap and for him to feel his strong release. You pulled from the kiss as both of you moaned loudly together. You shook and tangled your fingers in his hair and tapped your forehead against his. You gasped when you felt something hot fill your pussy causing another surge of pleasure to go through you and to every inch of you. Levi held you tightly in place as he and you rode out your pleasure. He hummed as you squeezed him over and over.

You panted and smiled at him. “I don’t think I can move for a while.”

Levi sighed. “I’m okay with that.”

You gulped hard and hummed. “Levi?”

He lightly touched and traced your features. “Hmm?”

You blushed. “I don’t mean to break this perfect moment with you, but umm…something felt a big different at the end there.”

He pulled back and looked at you. “Huh? It did?”

You nodded and knelt up on your shaky legs causing Levi’s penis to pull out of you. You looked down at saw something silver trickle from your pussy. You reached down and wiped it up with your fingers before it mixed with the water. You sat on Levi’s lap and looked at it. “What’s this?”

Levi flushed bright red and grabbed your wrist. “Tch, shit!”

You stared at Levi. “What do you mean shit?”

“I’m taking the meds…I don’t know what…I’m sorry.”

You looked to the sliver and blushed. “Oh…this is your cum…wait…why’s it silver?”

Levi covered your mouth with his other hand. “Tch, shut up! Don’t ask shit like that.”

You pulled your head from his hand. “So it is! Wow.” You leaned closer to your fingers. “I wanna know what it tastes like.”

Levi yanked your hand away. “Tch, no! Don’t be disgusting.”

“What? It’s merman cum, so I’m curious. You haven’t actually produced it before, so I’m curious.”

He grabbed your face and squished it. “Doesn’t mean you should taste it!”

You pouted. “Fine, fine, so what happened?”

He put your hand in the water and cleaned as he blushed. “I…I don’t know. I’m taking the meds, so it shouldn’t have happened.”

You giggled. “Maybe you’ve been thinking too much about babies and marriage, huh?”

He frowned in thought, then hugged you against him. “That wouldn’t be it…it’s not possible…”

“It’s also the mating days too.”

He hummed. “I’m sorry.”

You giggled and rubbed his back. “It’s okay. It felt really good actually.”

He squeezed you. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“No, I mean it.” You cupped his face. “You are so adorable.”

He pouted a little at you. “Is it a dangerous day for you? I don’t want to rush our relationship.”

You kissed his face all over. “It’s just once. Whatever happens, happens and I’ll love whatever outcome we get.”

Levi smiled at you. “Really?”

You nodded. “Really.” You pushed yourself up but sat back down on him as your legs gave up. “Shit.”

Levi frowned at you. “Where are you off to?”

“I was going to get some condoms. I mean, if the meds aren’t working and it upsets you that you came, I’ll go get them.”

Levi pulled you close, then slipped off the ramp and swam about with you. “Later. First, I need to hold you and care for you.”

You linked your arms around his neck and smiled. “You and your aftercare.”

“Well, I have to make sure you’re okay.”

You hummed a laugh and played with his hair on the back of his head. “I’m perfect, because I have you.”

He smiled at you. “I love you. I just fucking love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled and hugged him tightly. “You make my whole-body ache but feel so at ease.”

Levi swam with you to the ramp, then lay you on it and started massaging you. “I want to eat you so bad.”

You hummed a laugh. “I forgot how strong your appetite is during this time.”

Levi let out a long sigh. “My appetite for you is always strong. If I could, I’d have you all the time.”

You sat up and hugged your legs. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really.” He kissed your legs and hands. “I’d decorate that body in my marks all day and night for the rest of our lives. However, I don’t want to wear you out. I need to make sure you are healthy and well. So, being with you all the time is a lot for your body to take. It’s too much.” He smiled at you. “So, it’s all about moderation.”

You bummed, then slipped your legs over his shoulders. “Except for these next few days.”

Levi growled. “Yes. Ah, so where are those condoms?”

You blushed. “They are in the bedroom in my bedside draw.”

He climbed out the pool and turned into his human form. “I’ll be right back.”

You looked up at him. “So, you want more pool sex?”

Levi stared at you and hummed in thought. “Let me think this through. Pool sex is great because I can bring you under the water and give you air as we have sex, but at the same time sex around the house is a lot of fun too because there’s more positions…”

You hummed a laugh. “How about we take this to the living room and kitchen, then have mindless sex there and then we come back here. Once we’ve done it in here again, then we can take it to the bathroom. After we have sex, we wash, then we go to the bed.”

Levi growled, then picked you up and wrapped your legs around him. “I need you.”

You cupped his face and kissed him with all the love in your heart. “Protection first.”

He carried you upstairs to the bedroom. “Well, because it’s in here we’ll skip to the bedroom part, then work our way down to the pool. Right?”

You giggled. “Right.”

He lay you down on the bed and sighed. “You look so beautiful like this.”

You smiled and rubbed his cheek. “We’ll get the bed wet.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “I’ll change the sheets, don’t worry. I love clean after all.” He kissed down your body slowly. “But I love you more. I could see this as cleaning you right now.”

You blushed as he kissed lower. “Levi, wait. I’m not clean. I’m dirty. I know we were in the water, and most might have washed away, but I might still have-.”

He kissed you and hummed in happiness. “You’re not dirty. Don’t you ever call yourself that.”

You welled up and nodded. “Yes Levi.”

He rubbed your cheek and said your name as he smiled. “I love you.”

You hummed a laugh. “I love you too Levi.”

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